It's TRex's birthday tomorrow, so of course my mind is turning to things preemie and NICU and the like. Last week I wrote letters to 2 of her nurses; I'm hoping that they find their way to them. I wish we still lived nearby so that we could take our amazing kid to visit them... they were such a big part of her early life that I feel like she should know them.
And I'm worrying. One friend, last I checked, was in the hospital with pre-eclampsia at 26 weeks... but that was a week ago, and I haven't heard anything from her hubby about the status of things. Last I talked to him it sounded like they were looking at delivery sooner rather than later. These folks already had one micro-preemie, about 4 years ago. Another acquaintance,
a daily blogger, is 33ish weeks with twins and has been having all kinds of problems. She hasn't posted since Friday, but she also has her dad and stepmom visiting, as well as her two stepkids, so maybe she's just too busy to post. Or maybe she finally went into PTL. I have corresponded with her a bit and tried my hardest to reassure her that the kiddos will in all likelihood be just fine (just needing some time to learn to feed - they're already well over 4 pounds each), but I know that she was worrying and scared of PTL.
I'm trying not to play "at this point three years ago I was..." but it's hard. At this point three years ago, I had just been reassured by my OBs office that the bleeding I was seeing was probably nothing but I should call them back if it didn't stop. About the time I talked to them, it did stop. At this point three years ago, I had no idea what a 25-week gestation fetus looked like. At this point three years ago, I was wondering if I was going to have my baby on my birthday, or maybe the first baby of the new year.
At this point three years ago, that was all about to change.
And while we came out of the experience relatively unscathed, no one who hasn't experienced extreme prematurity can really understand the mixed feelings that come with the birthdays of former micropreemies.