23 weeks and 6 days

As I sit here an write this blog, I thank God for the fact that I have three perfectly healthy, vibrant, active, children. I cannot complain that they have any disabilities, or significant problems. I cannot say they were premature. I cannot say they may not survive the first few weeks of life.

I have friends that cannot say all that. A couple of days ago, the wife of a friend of mine, delivered their first child. They are now the proud parents of a little boy, weighing in at only 660grams. This child was born at only 23 weeks and 6 days- almost a world record (but not one that anyone really wants!)

With a long journey ahead, I can not even imagine what it is going to be like for these people. Four months- at least -of living (effectively) at the hospital. Four months of travelling every day. All that time wondering if the little one will survive. Dreading the thought of infection, or illness. Knowing that any little ailment could spell the end of their child's life. It is not a position I would wish upon my worst enemy.

As a parent of 3 perfectly healthy children, it is easy to take for granted the health and welfare of my own, but when something like this happens to someone in your own circle of acquaintance, it brings to life the real possibilities of what can happen. We are just thankful that all is well at this time.