Today is Premature Birth Awareness Day. This is something we're all too familiar with. It's been a long time since we've looked back at the old days- the beginning of our amazing twin adventure, if you will. So if you'll indulge me for a moment, let's look back and think about what a premature birth really means. Let's remember what 9 weeks early and less than three pounds looks like....
Hays, born at 30 weeks, 2 lbs.
Will, born at 30 weeks, 2 lbs. 14 oz.
It's kind of shocking isn't it? They were so small and so frail, and we wondered how they would possibly survive. Will almost didn't. Every minute was touch and go in those first few days, and we couldn't even fathom the journey that lay ahead.
But survive they did. And they haven't just survived, they have thrived. I can't look back on those dark days and not be absolutely, positively, to-my-core amazed at how far they have come. And grateful. So very, very grateful to the bottom of my soul.
We were lucky- beyond lucky, but not everyone is. And there are tiny babies like ours being born every single day. If you'd like to help prevent premature births, or help these tiny babies grow into wonderful, healthy children like mine, a donation to the March of Dimes is a great way to do it. If you're so inclined you can go to www.marchofdimes.com They do great things, and they would certainly appreciate your help. But if you can't help that way, that's okay. Just take a minute to offer prayers, blessings, good vibes- whatever you believe in- to the families that are loving babies born too early, that the babies will grow and thrive, and that their mommies and daddies will be blessed with faith, courage, and amazing friends and family to carry them through.
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