The first 29 weeks of pregnancy with our son Willie were pretty unremarkable. I didn't suffer from morning sickness or experience funny late night cravings, I made minimal adjustments to my sleep and exercise routines, and I was never confronted with any serious medical concerns. It therefore came as a complete shock when six and half months in, contractions began. My husband and I ambled to the hospital, unaware of what was going on or what was on the horizon, and a couple of hours later, our son was born. I had only a second to kiss my three and a half pound boy's head before the doctors whisked him off to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU), where he received round-the-clock care for the next 57 days.
Willie was born via emergency caesarian, which -- as anyone who has been through it can tell you -- is a terrifying experience. In the days to come, however, our family was emotionally buoyed by the care and reassurance provided by the NICU doctors and nurses. Although we made twice-daily trips to t...
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