November 17 is World Prematurity Day. Every year, an estimated 13 million babies are born too soon and too small. More than a million of these tiny babies do not survive.
As you know prematurity is very close to my heart. My godson, Jeremiah was born a sleeping angel at 21 weeks. Today I have the honer of having Jeremiah’s mommy and my best friend, Alena, as a guest poster.
He was a Valentine’s Day baby. At least that’s what everyone kept telling me. My son’s due date was November 5th, which put his conception at around Febuary 14th. We were overwhelmed with joy. We have been talking about having a baby for some time, and my pregnancy seemed to be a blessing. I loved being pregnant. I was slightly overweighed but overall very healthy. I did not have morning sickness or heartburn. I craved PB&J sandwiches and hot chocolate. When my son was born, I held him close to my heart. I kissed him over and over again holding his tiny palm in my hand. I kept telling him how much I loved him. He was the most precious baby I have ever seen. My first born. My baby boy. I wanted to cry but the tear seemed to escape me. After three weeks on strict bed rest due to incompetent cervix, Jeremiah Levi was born at 21 weeks 6 day. He weighed only 1 lb 1 oz and was 11 inches long. He was too delicate to survive the labor. But he is always in my heart, watching over his little sister.
Remember you forever, miss you always.