Mormon mother of six young children, with one on the way--people tell this woman she's crazy, or a saint. She laughs at those labels. But when her baby is born ten weeks early and is diagnosed with Down syndrome, she can't laugh anymore. God tells her that this painful experience will lead her to the life of goodness she desires most. Friends tell her she is special, strong. So when the the impact of the baby's medical problems and disability press upon her, the mother vows to maintain her self-control and her dignity, and refuses to grieve. As her emotional health unravels she faces a crisis of her heart and her faith. Yet through her relationship with her infant son, she comes to understand that the events we most fear are often those we most need—if we are to find the realm of peace that waits within each of us.
This isn't a hook. It never will be because there's no antagonist.
"I lived through this" memoir doesn't work if you don't have something spectacular attached to it like your kid grows up to be president or a great artist (My Left Foot) or is so mordantly funny and fictionalized that it reads like a novel.
It's my least favorite pitch to hear at writer's conferences because theres no way to say no to a person's memoir without sounding like you're dismissing their life. I don't mind causing heart wrenching screams of anguish but I'd rather it be about your writing, not your actual...yanno...life.