A baby isn't Full Term until 37 weeks so any baby born before that week is considered Premature. Some of these little miracles have made it being only born at 24 weeks.
But being Premature has so many levels, so many obstacles, so many worries. I don't know when this preemie journey will truly end or if it will exactly.
To understand really what "early" means I will explain Miles in particular. Being Premature for him meant weighing less then 4 lbs, it meant having NO eyebrows or eye lashes. His little ears had no cartilage, he would get rolled over and his ear would be squished in half. His skin was so thin you could see through it in the light. He hadn't got to the stage in gestation yet where he started gaining fat so when laying on his back you could literally see every single bone in his chest. Speaking of chest, even though I got both steroid shots before he came to help mature his lungs he still struggled. Almost all preemies have some sort of issue breathing. Watching my "tiny" miracle breathe was by far the hardest thing in my life to go through and to me it defines the struggles Preemie start with.
Every time he inhaled, his ribs that were like rubber would fold so deep they would touch his back, his little tummy would cave in. His little heart rate would go up and down cause it took everything in him to do something his body just wasn't ready to do. He struggled and succeeded for every breathe he took he taught him self how to do things he wasn't ready to learn. He accomplished these huge hurdles because that is what being a Preemie is, its doing the things you shouldn't be able to do.
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