What would you think if you opened up a Facebook message to learn you had received a surprise nomination for an award you’ve never heard of? Sounds crazy, right? Well, that exact thing happened to me the other day, when I opened a message and there it was “I nominate you for the 2017 Liebster Award” along with a link to check out what it’s all about. WHAT? Amazing! Thank
NEC: “Necrotizing enterocolitis is a serious disease that occurs when the intestinal tissue become damaged and begins to die. It most often affects premature infants. Common symptoms include bloating or swelling in the abdomen, bloody stools, and diarrhea.” -Healthline.com The day before her one month birthday, two days after Christmas. Two days since we had seen her, as we were all sick and trying not to get
“Survivor” Survivor is such an AMAZING word, when you really think of it. It’s a person who survives something. Usually something heart wrenching, impossible, devastating, difficult, or crippling. Something that has the possibility of not allowing you to survive. Even when we say something as nonchalant and obvious as, “Well, I’ve survived the day” it usually means it was a pretty tough day. I didn’t “survive” my wedding, I enjoyed it.
They tell you to have a birth plan. The books, the doctors, whatever labor & delivery class you wind up at. Some of them might include the disclaimer that birth plans sometimes need to be adjusted. Most of them won’t. If you start reading the mommy boards on Facebook, or some of the pregnancy support boards, you might even read to actually write out your labor plan and hand it
Fall, or autumn if you prefer, is one of my favorite times of year. Especially in a state like North Carolina. Where I live, as far south and east as you can get, stays warm right into November some years. However, in the mountains, it can start getting chilly in mid-September. So, Fall can really bring three seasons worth of weather to our state. This is perfect in combination with
I was still new to the NICU scene when she had her first brain scan. She was only a week old when we first heard the words ” Grade 4 IVH “. That put her at 26 weeks +5 days gestational age. She was still eleven and a half weeks from being considered full term. We hadn’t received anything but middle-of-the-road news on how she was doing since she was born,