Two weeks ago, I was admitted to a room in labor & delivery and was told by nurses and doctors that we’d likely meet our triplets in the next 24 hours.
I was 25 weeks, 3 days pregnant.
Call it what you will, but those doctors and nurses were wrong that day. Today, I am 27 weeks, 3 days pregnant.
This blog entry isn’t for me. It isn’t for PB&J. Not yet. They’ll be born before they are full term, but I hope their birth story isn’t one that focuses on how hard they, we and their doctors and nurses are fighting. I hope their birth story is one of nothing but joy and comfort and happiness.
I hope you’ll forgive me, but I can’t write this blog entry about PB&J. My emotions are still too tied up in that day three weeks ago, how far we’ve come and how far we have left to go in this pregnancy. I just can’t write about this while thinking of them and what they may or may not face.
Instead, I write thinking about the countless babies I know of who have been born far too soon. Some have grown into amazing people, and their beginnings as a preemie are just one part of their long past. Some are still fighting in the NICU. Some have lost their heartbreaking battle.
Each one has a different story, a different outcome. All are part of what pushes the March of Dimes to continue research to provide as much help for these little fighters. All are part of what drive the amazing hospitals, doctors and nurses to care for and help fight with these sweet babies and their families.
Today is Prematurity Awareness Day. Visit the March of Dimes and see what you can do to help support the millions of babies who fight to live because they were born too soon.