I wrote this post yesterday, and wanted to add a bit about Gideon's disorder. Cri du Chat is French for "cry of the cat", and in fact, the most apparent indicator of Cri du Chat is that the baby has a soft, high pitched cry that sounds like a kitten. A clip of Gid's voice at one day old is linked right here. As you can imagine, the nurses had a hard time giving him shots, because his cry was just so heartbreaking. One day we were carrying Gid in his carseat into a doctor's appointment and an elderly lady stopped us and said, "It sounds like you've got a mad kitty in there!"
Gid, as a baby, was the sweetest, tiniest little thing you could imagine. He weighed 5lbs 1oz and because of his cleft, we had to measure his milk by the mL. He was always calm. The easiest, easiest baby ever. It's hard to imagine now, when I leave him alone for a minute and find him up on the counter, knocking over cups of water and pulling spices out of the cupboard. There's no way I'd describe him as calm or easy anymore. The word that comes to mind now is trouble (though maybe curious is more accurate).
Anyway, just reminiscing today. After Gid's birth, I was pulled into the fascinating world of genetics. It's amazing how something as tiny as a part of a chromosome determine so much about a person's development.