Our daughter was diagnosed at 2 months old. She has touched and affected the lives of many in very positive ways. I understand that the thought of a child with CF is difficult, because I have been there, but I cannot imagine life without her. Things are difficult at times, but imagine they are for parents of healthy children as well. Our daughter is 3 1/2 now and doing great. CF kids are very normal, just not as healthy. They go to school, have friends, and do everything a healthy child would do. There are worse things in life, and as much as I wish my daughter was not 'sick' it is part of who she is and I would not change that for the world. Why have this child? Because it is a child that will bring you as much joy as any other child. To say that you would not have this child is to say that my childs life is meaningless. I think you need to ask yourself why you wanted a child to begin with. Will you only accept a child that is perfect? I don't believe such a child exists. I want you to imagine your life now without your first born, and think of all the things you would have missed. A CF child is no different. Their needs are different but the love is the same. I wish you and your family all the best in whatever decision you make. This is a good place to go if you are looking for someone to talk to.Here is a poem once posted by someone else on this site, which I hope will help you:Welcome to Holland - by Emily Pearl KingsleyI am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this...When you're going to have a baby, it's like planninga fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. Michelangelo's David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland.""Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.It's just a different place. It's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around..., and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills..., and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away..., because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things... about Holland