Anyone whose been reading this blog probably knows that Roisin was a preemie---born ten weeks early due to incompetent cervix, premature rupture of membranes and frankly, luck. See, she was lucky to make it that far, because she tried to come out at 22weeks...and it was only due to the quick eye of an ultrasound tech that I realized I had started dilating. I've since lost count of the number of doctors, specialists and nurses who kept me pregnant (and my daughter alive) but I'll never forget them.
What brings this up is an article (which I'm not going to link to, because it's foul, IMVHO) about how preemies, particularly those called "micropreemies" should be left to die because they'll allegedly never contribute to society. Which is an interesting turn of logic, that being disabled makes you somehow defective in society's eyes. Because all full-term babies grow into wonderful people, right? GMAFB.
Roisin was one of the lucky ones. She came out of the NICU with no disabilities, just tinier than usual. Who knows what kind of person she'll grow into...but I can bet it'll have nothing at all to do with how or when she was born.
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About Me
- Krista
- Wife, mom of a preemie, follower of the old ways, lover of anything Irish or Celtic, history buff, trivia nut, Star Trek and Ren Faire geek and costuming fiend. Offer me coffee or chocolate and world peace is assured. Or at least I'll try really hard. :) I also believe in deleting spam. So, to the person or persons who keep leaving me comments in Chinese (along with links to what I can clearly tell are Chinese porn sites) stop it. It's bad karma, to say nothing of being really, really rude.
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