flowerbug
Sustainability Master
You keep yelling at her and she's going to lock you in your room and throw food in there.
slip it through the mail slot?
don't worry too much about premies. the docs have much better knowledge and technology these days than when i was born. i was premie 2lbs 6oz at birth and got below 2lbs at some point. Mom actually thought i was dead and i came out black, my Dad even yelled at her thinking she'd slept with a black man. no kidding.
as it turned out it was just oxygen deprivation. my lungs did not work well and still don't but i hung on through bronchitis and pneumonia and then rallied enough to get out of prison. most of my odd reactions to stress, noise i can see fit precisely into PTSD pattern from how i was treated in those months. they kept my incubator by the nurses station and would kick it as they walked by to startle me and to make sure i was still breathing. that all happened then but i also doubt i have much of a brain left. my teen years did not help... oops. dumb me. i should never have smoked but i also quit so it did not become a permanent habit. i also smoked weed. not a great thing but not as damaging, i don't smoke anything now and react badly to smokes of any kind so at least i keep away from it now as much as i can.if there had not been incubators when i was hatched i doubt i'd have made it. i was stuck in one for months. granny said i looked like a chicken from the store (once i got pinked up enough). still nobody really thought i was going to make it. they didn't even have a name picked out for me.
i hope this is more encouraging than discouraging,
i guess it's to say, i'm still here and i'm sure your babies are bigger than i was back then so hang in there and try not to stress out.
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