My mom too decided to abort my little brother in case some defects were seen in the scan. We went to the doctor before the blah ensoulment at the third month (I was four y o then) and the doctor affirmed that the child was healthy, so he could be allowed to live. Now after nineteen years I love him so much that the thought that he could be not here brings tears to my eyes. After so many years he is still my little one and I love to watch him when he sleeps as innocently as the day they took him home. watching him, I say in my heart:" I want you to be, you had to be. even if that meant a paralyzed or a down syndrome brother, you had to be here."