Preemie. What image does that bring to mind?
To many people, the term “preemie” is meaningless. To some, “preemie” calls up a perfect tiny newborn.
When I hear it, the word “preemie” makes my stomach sink, just a little.
I know, viscerally and completely, that my 10-year-old daughters are smart, healthy, talented, and vibrant. Any obstacles that their premature birth once presented have been left far behind us. However, there’s a part of me that will always quiver at the reminder of how close we came to losing them. I can’t help but be humbled by the strength of their 4-lb bodies as they fought to breathe, digest, and eat when they should have been serenely safe in my womb.
Read the stories of the HDYDI preemies from across the years.