A glimpse at how much has changed in a year:
An idea of what’s to come in the near future:
This year’s March for Babies was again inspiring. No longer riding high on realizing how much we’ve overcome despite prematurity (still amazed, but the wonder […]
The nationwide events are called March for Babies, but it’s about more than the babies. It’s about the mothers and fathers and grandparents, uncles, aunts and all the people in between who fill family roles but don’t quite fit a traditional family name.
I march because I still carry the scars of my own preterm […]
Pregnant bellies are measured by fundal height. They quit taking that measurement when i was 23 weeks pregnant, measuring at 35 weeks by singleton standards. The OB who measured me that time was impressed by my belly’s width, remarking that I certainly was carrying across rather than outward.
He wasn’t kidding. I gave up […]
Sitting in the theater watching The Hunger Games last night, a scene in which a character dies set my mind off on a not-focusing-on-the-movie tangent.
I really hope that’s what it’s like to die, I thought. Peaceful, bright – and I’d really like to have someone I love in view – someoneS, really – if […]
A year ago, I dressed the babies in their Dad-centric onesies and posed them the best I could. The image would become part of a birthday gift for Rob, and it was hilarious trying to get my three tiny newborns (their adjusted age hadn’t quite hit one month even though they were actually almost […]