A Genetic Curse, a Scared Mom, and the Quest to ‘Fix’ Embryos


The being pregnant was utterly regular. Within the spring of 2003, Danielle Messer was about to carry her second baby into the world—a world that appeared extra secure, extra settled, extra deliberate than when, as a teen, she had given beginning to her son, Taylor. After years as a single mother, Messer, now 25, had a gradual companion, a well-paying job as a cosmetologist, and plans to pursue a school diploma she had lengthy deferred. Then the infant arrived.

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