Hi!!! I just found this site and it has been really helpful. My son, Nicholas was born at 31 weeks by an emergency c-section due to severe pre-e and placental abruption. He was only 2 lbs 1 ounce when he was born, yesterday he weighed in at 3 lbs 10 ounces. He is still in the NICU but he is doing really well. Breathing on his own and taking all of his feeds by bottle. It looks like his next big hurtle will be to keep his own temp. The nurses say he might be home in a few weeks. I am very excited and very nervous, too!![:D]The hospital gave me this little story about having a premie and it really helped me put things in perspective. As scary as it is at times, We are living with amazing little miracles.
Welcome to Holland
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip -- to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?," you say, "What do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy plae of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a differenct place. It's slower paced than Italy, less flasshy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you cantch your breath, you look around and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills; Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.
But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.
- Emily Pearl Kingsley