This November, learn about prematurity, how to prevent it, and how to help preemies thrive.

Thoughts on Prematurity, 10 Years Later

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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.

To many people, a premature infant is just one who's a little on the small side. To others, prematurity becomes a lifelong designation.

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.

Today, on Prematurity Awareness Day, I wear my special shirt.
Some people never meet their heroes. I gave birth to mine. #prematurityawareness

Read the stories of the HDYDI preemies from across the years.

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Sadia

Sadia (rhymes with Nadia) has been coordinating How Do You Do It? since late 2012. She is the divorced mother of 10-year-old monozygotic twins, M and J. They live in the Austin, TX suburbs, where Sadia works full time in information technology. She contributes to a number of parenting websites and magazines and also runs The Mommy Blogging Guide, where she answers mommy bloggers' technical questions.

2 thoughts on “Thoughts on Prematurity, 10 Years Later”

  1. “We just got off the phone with your doctor. We’re going to induce you.” At 34 weeks pregnant, these were the last words I wanted to hear from the nurse as my husband and I waited in the tiny cubicle in the Labor and Delivery ward at the hospital. My back had been bothering me off and on the past couple days, but this evening’s pain pushed me over the edge, and we had gone to the emergency room. It turned out to be preeclampsia, and because of my dangerously high blood pressure, my liver and kidneys were starting to shut down. Like any pregnant woman, I asked the first thing that came to mind, “What about the baby?” My daughter is now a boisterous two-year-old, and those frightening times are far behind us.

    Cheers then.
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