I rarely ever post on Saturday - but today is National World Preemie Awareness Day. Something near and dear to my heart because I was/am a preemie mom.
It was November 6th, nearly five weeks before his december due date. I remember the sharp shooting pain thinking this was yet another one of those "magical pregnancy moments" you hear so much about.
Thank goodness that Cornel had more common sense than I did and forced me to go to the hospital. In reality he was really tired of me complaining about the pain.
When I got there at nearly 7cm dilated - there was no question that Nathan was going to make his appearance that night.
The first few days were the hardest. Being a first time mother is hard enough, but being a first time mother to a preemie is so much worse.
His little hands and feet were so bruised and swollen from all of the needles and blood tests. It was nerve-wracking.
We stayed in the hospital for over 11 days - each one a little better than the last. I remember the day that Nathan was able to regulate his own temperature and could finally leave the incubator. The joy of being able to hold my tiny baby in my arms - was magical.
You would never be able to tell by looking at him now that he was ever a preemie.
Since they couldn't find any reason as to why Nathan was born so early - when I got pregnant the second time my doctors were cautious. My doctor was afraid that I would go into labor before 36 weeks and the put me on modified bed rest.
Thanks to the amazing care of my doctor, I was able to carry Noah to 37 weeks exactly - still early but full term.
I guess both of my boys were just anxious to meet us.
Linking up with Jessica today. For every post the March of Dimes will make a contribution. Please stop by. Every penny helps to make sure that all babies are born chubby, healthy, happy and full-term!