Happy due date to this little unicorn! My November baby turned October surprise. It's strange to think that I would have been (should have been?) 40 weeks pregnant today. In all honesty, there have been many times I've wished I still was pregnant, not just for me but for my daughter. I would have loved to keep her in my womb a bit longer, to finish growing and developing in the safety of that cocoon instead of the stressful environment we call earth. It wasn't meant to be. Oh, sweet Delilah Wren. You arrived 25 days early and flipped our world upside down, for sure, but in the very best way.
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Interestingly enough, Nov. 17 is also World Prematurity Day. Born at 36 weeks + 4 days, Delilah was a "late preterm" baby. While not severely premature, she did experience several issues because of her early arrival (low blood sugar levels, moderate jaundice, significant weight loss, reflux/trouble clearing her airway, "desatting" a couple times…), all of which necessitated a four-day stint in the NICU. Those were long, hard days and nights and yet I know we had it so much easier than other preemie families. So today, I want to give a shout out to all the warrior babies (and their mommies and daddies) who are currently fighting in the NICU, and the families who remember those harrowing days all too well. And I want to send special thanks to the doctors and nurses who give focused, round-the-clock care to those tiny, precious bundles — while also doing their best to reassure the nerve-wracked parents. We are so grateful to the medical team that took care of our girl in the days after her sudden birth, for doing all they could to make sure she was not only healthy but thriving — and ready to go home.
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