38 years ago, before the advent of neonatal intensive care, if you were born 2.5 months premature you got plopped in an incubator meant for full grown newborns and people hoped for the best. there wasn’t much to done except , perhaps, pray.
if memory serves scholarly articles were written on how doctors managed to save the lives of me and my mother from complications from placenta previa and premature birth.
i believe this photo was taken a few weeks after my birth. i would spend about the first 2.5 months of my life in that incubator.
i weighed about 2 pounds 13 ounces at birth and "they" said i would be a little "slow" from brain damage; a declaration which, of course, has been the source of great amusement and ribbing over the years.
32 years later, i would find myself on the other side of the incubator.
An amazing picture, thank you for showing us (and telling us about yourself). We love Odin and appreciate being able to see his progress. Now we also know a bit more about the bond between you two. Live long and prosper.
What an amazing picture! And how things have changed. Thank you for letting us know about your life. We love Odin and now we know a bit more about the bond you share. Live long and thrive!
My father was premature, weighing 3 pounds, 72 years ago. Wait and pray was the treatment for a very long time.