When my oldest daughter (Julia) was born, she was four months premature. She was so small (1lb., 6 oz.), she was considered a micro-preemie and given only a 13% chance to live. She was born the youngest of a set of triplets and within the first 10 days of life, she lost both of her siblings and was herself struggling mightily to stay alive. As a parent, you feel utterly powerless at this point and you also feel a heavy sense of guilt. Continue reading “It’s Not Your Fault”
A few weeks ago, my oldest daughter turned 18. This is an exciting time in her life as she finishes high school and prepares for college. My wife and I are very proud of the woman that she has become; however, her outlook wasn’t always so rosy. 18 years ago, my daughter was in the hospital fighting for her life. She was born very premature (1 lb. 6 oz.) and the doctors weren’t sure that she was going to make it.