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World Prematurity Awareness Day <yesterday>
...awareness that every baby is such a precious gift. And life shouldn’t be taken for granted. They don’t all survive. Be grateful for sleepless nights, the sounds of crying, fussy days, spit ups all over, messy diapers, more sleepless nights, nursing them to sleep.
We didn’t get all those things with our son (top pic 24 weeks). I listened to babies cry across the hall from the NICU. I can still vividly feel the pain, when it became clear that he wouldn’t make it to do that. There were lots of sleepless nights and crying—but me, not him, for years and years after he was gone.
And with our daughter (bottom pic, 30 weeks), those nights didn’t include our own bed or home. I was up pumping milk every several hours day and night; walking to the hospital—from a tiny hotel type room that was our “home”for months—for her care times—day and night. And terrified every time a monitor went off. Thankful she’s an amazing 10 year old now. ...So, this isn’t a boo-hoo, poor me post. This is simply a reminder to be grateful for a healthy child who is simply doing all the things a normal baby does. I have no pity when I hear sleepless night stories, sorry. Because I’d give anything to do it (i cant have more)—or have done it with a healthy child at home.
And not only be aware—do something to help, perhaps....donate blood (Of course, not only these premature babies can benefit from that, anyone!). Donate breast milk—I pumped for almost 3 years after our daughter was born (day and night) to send to the National milk bank—not all preemies have mommas there who care—and this milk is like medicine for a preemie. And so many other ways...donate hats, clothes, your time, etc to help these tiny humans who spend their beginning in this world in a hospital.