My little guy showed up 47 days early almost 3.5 years ago. Today I'm running him around to preschool and gymnastics, and I go skating with him and he rides his little tricycle around town for kilometers at a time. I couldn't be more proud!
The first thing I saw on Facebook this morning was that the arena in Saskatoon is lit up purple for World Prematurity Day and fundraising from tonight's hockey game is going to the NICU DS stayed in. How cool.
My nephew was born at 26 weeks, 15 years ago. Life has not been an easy road for him but he is the sweetest guy you'll ever meet. He plays baseball in a league just for students with special needs. He has marched in multiple parades prior to the World Series of Little League and just loves life. Watching his parents fight for his rights in education and health care is one of the main reasons I went into special education.
Post by blueskiessmiling on Nov 17, 2016 13:28:50 GMT -5
Edit: Trigger: infant death
This is a tough day for me. DS (my first pregnancy) unexpectedly came in to the world at 23 weeks. While I'm always certainly happy to see these stories of survival of tiny little babies, a part of me questions when my son can't be one of those. It's very bittersweet, especially to someone who was incredibly cautious and aware her whole pregnancy.
What struck me most when DS was born was that, even at 23 weeks, these babies are fully formed little humans. I hope that none of you ever have to have the heartache of holding a 1 lb 6 oz baby in your arms, but I was just blown away by what a PERSON he already was, and it's hard to imagine anyone feeling differently in those circumstances.
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