A Little Too Soon

Today I want to address something that I never have on my blog, but that many mamas have had to face. I have much to say about this topic so more posts will be coming soon, but first I want to acknowledge the issue. Since today is World Premature Day, I thought it was important to acknowledge a very real truth: premature births are hard. There, I said it. I never have, but it is very true.

When you are pregnant and your pregnancy is going well and you are healthy, you are just plain happy. Happy for the future, happy for your child (or children in my case) to come. You never really think about prematurity if all is well. But when it comes, and you have no choice or very little choices, you are suddenly faced with many fears. Will they be ok? Will I be ok? How will we take care of them? Who will take care of us and our other children? What was just a happy and simple pregnancy has now become very difficult and scary.

And even in the midst of all the chaos of feeding tubes, and respiratory distress, and scheduled appointments, and planned pumping, and trips back and forth to the NICU from far away, I always answered “I’m fine. So long as they are ok, we’re ok.” And while that is true, it is also not the whole story. I didn’t have time to discuss my feelings of inadequacy or fear – I was busy! We all were! My husband was busy working and taking care of our first child, I was busy pumping and nursing and traveling back and forth to the hospital, and the twins were busy…surviving. It was not what I wanted for them. It was not what I wanted for the big brother waiting at home. It was not what I wanted for us as a family. But I had no choice. I was not in charge of this moment. I was faced with it, head on and I had to act on it with patience and calm and gratitude – knowing that this chaos would pass and we would soon be a family in our home, together.

And while it did happen for us and our children, about a month and a half after they were born, this is not the case for others. Worldwide, 13 million babies are born too soon each year. And of those, a million babies die because they were born too soon. In some cases, as in mine, prematurity happened spontaneously. In other situations, it can be avoided. For more information on this, as well as how you can help in various ways, visit www.marchofdimes.com

Premature birth is the number one killer of newborn babies. With the proper awareness, we can help change those statistics. November is Prematurity Awareness Month so take some time to find out all the events and ways to support and raise awareness to this problem. I know mamas can make a difference, share your story and spread the word! If you have a story to share, please comment below or visit Shareyourstory.org to find out more. With love, Mama MOE

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Montreal's Mom Blog November 17, 2011 at 9:47 pm

Almost forgot that today was the 17th! Happy to hear that your little one is doing well today. I always think of Maddie during this month. Have you heard about her?


The day she passed away I was in San Francisco…remember it so clearly. Awareness is needed. So in awe of the March of Dimes. Thanks for posting!

Peggy November 18, 2011 at 1:56 am

This was such a tender and touching story .My sister was Born 65 years ago premature and only 3lbs.and didn’t come home for 4 months we were one of the lucky ones there wasn’t much hope back then.I am suprised to find out that the statistics of today are still so very high not much better than all those years ago .We must become more aware of this issue and do what we can to support change.Thanks Mama Moe for the imformation .

C November 22, 2011 at 6:39 am

Oh my gosh! Fellow preemie Mama here! I know what you mean. I was on autopilot when we were in the NICU. My main focus was on the baby and hoping she’d make it through another day. As long as she was okay, we were okay.

I think things took their toll when we finally were able to bring her home and I was finally able to stop with the go-go-going back to the NICU, being present for doctors’ rounds, etc, etc, etc. I broke down one day and cried like I have never cried before.

It is so hard to be a mama of a preemie and not get to discuss what you’re feeling inside at the time…You just want your baby to be healthy and make it through another day.

Wish we had known each other when we were both going through this! Let’s get together next time I’m back in the ‘hood! xoxox


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