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Personal Stories ~ From Patricia F.
My advice, based on my experience with the premature birth of my first baby boy
  1. There's no sense in worrying about things you can't control.
  2. Trust the professionals; they are generally quite amazing!
  3. Trust in God; sometimes our worries and fears just have to be placed in His hands.

Our first child was born at 33 weeks and although my husband and I knew when my water broke in the middle of the night that it was just too early, we tried to ease our anxiety by focusing on the task at hand.

Daniel was born several hours later at 5 lbs, 3 0z. He was immediately whisked away to the Special Care Nursery where he was examined and placed in an incubator. He was fine for the first little while, but then the pediatrician was forced to put him on oxygen. He stayed that way, because of underdeveloped lungs, for nearly a week. He was a very sick boy.

I found it difficult to go the nursery to visit him. I went back to my room each time crying. I think now, I was subconsciously trying to avoid bonding with this baby that might not make it. My husband, however, proudly marched each of our many visitors down to the Nursery to admire our sick little boy. We went home without him.

I remember being angry with people who would tell me that everything would be fine. I wanted to scream at them "Don't say that! You can't know that! We don't know if he's going to be fine! He might die!!" I'm glad that I didn't.

We prayed and prayed and spent every waking minute by his incubator. My husband and I are part of a music group and the nurses played our newly released cd in the incubator for him. It was nice to think that when we couldn't be at his side, that he had some comfort in the music.

With the help of wonderful doctors, nurses and God, he started to improve and 12 days later our little man came home with us. It seemed like (as with all newborns) all he did was sleep and eat for many months. When I look back on his early baby pictures, I remember his concentrated, serious expression even in his sleep. He had a job to do and he was determined to grow and thrive right before our very eyes.

Danny is now a strong, husky, healthy, happy five year old. He is the biggest boy in his class and he loves life just as much as he did that very first day when he came into this world fighting. He's still fighting, only now it's with his little brother!

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