November 17th is World Prematurity Day.
I think it’s important that we share our stories and raise awareness because so many people don’t understand. I’m glad they don’t in a way because it means it’s never touched them or their children, but it can be so heartbreaking to fail to find someone who gets it.
A few things about preemies:
1. Mom didn’t cause the early birth. It really falls under S… happens.
2. The journey doesn’t end at the NICU door upon discharge.
3. These kids are amazing.
And the D report:
I am really thankful for D’s therapists in Early Intervention. There are days where I feel like those sessions are the only ones in which my concerns are listened to and addressed. Special people choose to do this work. I can only imagine the rough days they must have, and they are so upbeat and awesome.
At this point last year, we were becoming very concerned with D’s weight gain. His pediatrician was handing out failure to thrive diagnosis and scheduling him in for weight checks. He lost 4 pounds after his hernia surgery. We just could not get that kid to eat. I wonder now if it had to do with the sedation part of things. I researched other parents forum posts and life after nicu discussions, and it didn’t seem to affect any other kids of various gestation that way. Then at his 9 month/6.5 adj checkup we got the go ahead to try a few “real” solids at Thanksgiving dinner to see if he just didn’t care for baby food puree. He got one bite of mashed potatoes and gravy and things started looking up. We still have our bad days and weeks, but it’s been getting better. He at least has a few go to food loves that, while not healthy, save my sanity by getting something in him.