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On this night ten years ago we waited with anxious hearts for this one more night which was to make the difference between teams of doctors and nurses working to save – or not – the life of our first little (tiny) grandbaby. 22 weeks and 6 days gestation – certain death… 23 weeks gestation – full support and a chance at life.
Continue reading “The difference a day makes”
I almost never open this box, though I keep it close, as I know the contents and all they summarize will reduce me to a puddle. And every year before his birthday I wonder about posting – and mostly I do – but mostly not much – as his story is not fully my own, yet his story so completely a part of me.
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We became grandparents
While I was still pregnant myself
On an unusually hot spring day last October
When our son and his sweet heart
Told us
There was to be a baby in 8 months.
The day he was born, we entered the never before seen underworld of the neo-natal unit at King Edward on the 8.2.08.
I ignore the crashing in the corners of my mind… it has happened… he is born… too soon… too soon…
Continue reading “A tiny life”