Every year, 20 million babies are born too soon, too small and very sick ― half a million of them in the United States. November 17 is when we fight.
Do you know a baby that was born too soon, too small, unable to suck, unable to breathe on his own? Premature birth is a health crisis that jeopardizes the lives and health of nearly half-million babies each year. It is the #1 killer of newborns and can lead to lifelong disabilities. Worse: the number has increased 31 percent since 1981. It can happen without warning and for no known reason. Until we have more answers, anyone’s baby, could be born too soon.
Read more here!
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A preemie myself, I have a fair share in surviving life as a pre-mature baby. I was only 7months in mom's womb when suddenly it strike to me that 1982 is such a cool number to be born in. I can't wait to get out.
So I did. On a Thursday of November the 25th around 2pm I made it obvious that living in a womb for 9months like any other kids is so not me. I wanna get out.
I was born in KL, being held captive in an incubator for two months alone on my own as mom was transferred back to Muar right after I was born, with 16 wires on my body, weighing merely 1lb (that's 453.59237 gram for you) with my head just as big as a cup I look ridiculous. News even spread amongst the doctors that I might either be unhealthy or....dead.
But here I am, reaching 27 in a week's time, perfectly healthy and fit. I fight for my life and proved them wrong. I didn't even get jaundice when other babies around me in the incubation area suffered and died of 'em. Alhamdullilah. I am grateful everyday for the chance to live that He had given me and for having an amazing mother and affectionate dad.
You see, I took the risk to live. Right from the moment I see the world for the first time, I have taken the plunge. And after 26years, 11 months and 8 days; I've taken a plenty of 'em during my short journey in this world. I have skated on thin ice. I even took some leaps before even looking. Stupid? I let you have your benefit of a doubt.
What I had when I was born was a miracle. Took a chance and with God's willing I live to see sunset and sunrise for twenty-seven years. That's how I got my name derived from a word in a Sura meaning 'close to Him'. Having a pre-mature baby can be an emotional journey for parents. I believe the same happened to my mom and dad. I am what my husband would like to call me 'calm before the storm'. My mom might spent a morning in the kitchen preparing breakfast, when suddenly she noticed that everything went quiet and the air seems to be still and calm. Suddenly a line of clouds portentously appears on the horizon right in front of her through the window; clouds with a look that tells her they aren't fooling around.
Read more here!
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A preemie myself, I have a fair share in surviving life as a pre-mature baby. I was only 7months in mom's womb when suddenly it strike to me that 1982 is such a cool number to be born in. I can't wait to get out.
So I did. On a Thursday of November the 25th around 2pm I made it obvious that living in a womb for 9months like any other kids is so not me. I wanna get out.
I was born in KL, being held captive in an incubator for two months alone on my own as mom was transferred back to Muar right after I was born, with 16 wires on my body, weighing merely 1lb (that's 453.59237 gram for you) with my head just as big as a cup I look ridiculous. News even spread amongst the doctors that I might either be unhealthy or....dead.
But here I am, reaching 27 in a week's time, perfectly healthy and fit. I fight for my life and proved them wrong. I didn't even get jaundice when other babies around me in the incubation area suffered and died of 'em. Alhamdullilah. I am grateful everyday for the chance to live that He had given me and for having an amazing mother and affectionate dad.
You see, I took the risk to live. Right from the moment I see the world for the first time, I have taken the plunge. And after 26years, 11 months and 8 days; I've taken a plenty of 'em during my short journey in this world. I have skated on thin ice. I even took some leaps before even looking. Stupid? I let you have your benefit of a doubt.
What I had when I was born was a miracle. Took a chance and with God's willing I live to see sunset and sunrise for twenty-seven years. That's how I got my name derived from a word in a Sura meaning 'close to Him'. Having a pre-mature baby can be an emotional journey for parents. I believe the same happened to my mom and dad. I am what my husband would like to call me 'calm before the storm'. My mom might spent a morning in the kitchen preparing breakfast, when suddenly she noticed that everything went quiet and the air seems to be still and calm. Suddenly a line of clouds portentously appears on the horizon right in front of her through the window; clouds with a look that tells her they aren't fooling around.
The cloud is me. Ever since I was born, I am their little pint of hurricane - the tropical cyclone that brings strong wind and heavy rain. I pushed myself through despite anything. I fight for myself every time.
My point is - if you are going through your pregnancy days, have a preemie baby, a preemie baby yourself or simply a curious blogger; you might wanna check out the article above. November is dedicated to raising awareness of the crisis of premature birth. The March of Dimes invites bloggers like you to get involved.
As they say it, we need to fight ― because babies shouldn’t have to.
As they say it, we need to fight ― because babies shouldn’t have to.
This post is dedicated to my sister's son; baby Adam who was a preemie borne on November 17, 2009. Al-fatihah.
Thank you for sharing your story and posting on such an important topic during Prematurity Awarenes Month.
Its always my pleasure, Modlin :) Hope that by sharing my story, will help to support the preemies in any way that my written words could reach.
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