The day I first heard the words "Trisomy 18" was the worst day of my life. I was 18 weeks along in my pregnancy with our ninth baby. That phone call from the doctor turned our lives upside down. To be ...

For decades, this was the widely accepted way to feed a baby: Sit them in a high chair, pop open a jar of mushy pureed peas, scoop some onto a tiny spoon, make an “open wide” face, and—whoosh—make it ...