Mommy to a Princess usually focuses on Princess Roxy, myself and Mr. M2AP, Russell. Our lives and what we are up to with only a little thrown in about Roxy being a preemie and the March of Dimes. This November I wanted to do something different. November is Prematurity Awareness Month and November 17th is World Prematurity Day. So...
Mommy to a Princess is hosting several guest writers who are writing about preemies and we're making a month of it. Every Monday through Friday is a post somehow related to prematurity.
A while back, I posted about how prematurity is the #1 killer of newborns. One in 8 babies is born prematurely in the United States. Over 13,000,000 babies worldwide are born premature.
The March of Dimes is a champion for all babies, but they want ALL babies to be born healthy. Not premature, not with birth defects...HEALTHY! You can also find the MOD on Facebook and Twitter.
You can also link up at Bloggers Unite to blog about prematurity on November 17th or join World Prematurity Day on Facebook.
Feel free to grab the "I <3 Preemies" button on the sidebar. Show your support of preemies!
You can read previous Princess Preemie Primer posts to find out more information about preemies.
You can also check out guest posts I have written for others regarding prematurity, the NICU, and awareness.
In short, our miracle micropreemie was born 10 weeks, 6 days early weighing in a 1 pound, 9 ounces and was 14 inches long. She scored two 2s and a 6 on her first three Apgar tests. Roxy spent 67 days in the NICU and came home 9 days before her due date.
During her NICU stay, we battled a staph infection and worried about NEC. She had a Grade I Intraventricular Brain Hemorrhage. She received multiple blood transfusions and was anemic. Her eyes were checked every two weeks for Retinopathy of Prematurity. We counted the removal of the G-tube and nasal cannula as major victories. We were elated when she took her first bottle.
We came home during the middle of RSV season and were quarantined for four months before we could go out.
Twenty-three months later, we have a happy and healthy 2-year-old toddler who is slightly advanced for her age and who just graduated the NICU Graduate Clinic.
For me, this is more than enough reason to spread awareness. No baby should have to endure what mine did.