Prior to the birth of my second son, I was aware of prematurity in a general sense. I knew what the word meant. I knew a few friends, family members, and acquaintances who had dealt with the early arrival of an infant. To me, prematurity meant a baby who was probably no more than a month early and who might be slightly smaller than the 6 to 8 pound newborns that I was used to seeing. Prior to the birth of my second son, I was even less aware of preeclampsia. I had heard the word befor... Read more

Blink. White lights then nothing. Blink. White lights. No, white walls. People. Noise. Someone is holding my hand, but I can't move. White walls. I can see a television high on the wall. It's off. I can see a crucifix to the right of the television. I must be in a hospital. Good. That's where I should be. But where is my baby? Am I still pregnant? Is he alive? The only thing I am sure of is that I am alive. My husband is by my side repeating the words, "You're in the hospital. The... Read more