In early March, my husband Ben and I welcomed our first baby—a daughter we named Hadassah, born at the beginning of her 35th week of gestation. With an otherwise healthy pregnancy with the variable minor aches and discomforts, my water simply broke in the middle of the night.
According to the March of Dimes, November is Prematurity Awareness Month. Every year, about 450,000 babies in the United States are born before full term.
Thankfully, entering 35 weeks, there was never a question of her life being in danger, chas v’shalom. But quickly after she entered this world she was whisked away for tests to check organ development. My husband and I were grateful that more intensive medical treatment wasn’t necessary for our newborn, but we felt unprepared for the emotional rollercoaster ahead of us. We were thrown into a premature education. Continue reading “My Premature Education”