Necrotizing enterocolitis

During the twin's hospitalization, my husband Noah and I received beautiful, generous gifts, one of which changed our family's life: the skill of babywearing.
I own the heartache of Micah. I celebrate Micah, speak his name, and share his story in ways that bring me peace. I love that I can now confidently and calmly say: It is Micah and Zachary's birthday.
By doubling the number of mothers who breastfed for 7 to 18 months, the UK would save £31 million ($49 million) in maternal
What is it like to be a preemie? What is it like to be alone in a plastic box for days, weeks or even months, when developmentally, you're still supposed to be engulfed in your mother's warmth? What is it like to be forced to breathe, eat and live when your body is not physically ready?
Micah and Zachary needed my milk and my presence. I would not sacrifice either to make anyone, including myself, comfortable. Feeding tubes and bottles are not how I planned to nourish my babies, but the important thing is that they received my milk and all of my love.
Do not let anyone intimidate or shame you for being your baby's advocate. You are not annoying. You are not stupid. You are not going to jeopardize your baby's care. Your baby needs you to speak up for him/her, respectfully.
The one way I could nurture my fragile babies was by giving them my milk. Making milk was my one source of empowerment, when all of my motherly duties and responsibilities were taken away and given to clinicians.
Before you judge the mother of a little boy with long hair, take a step back and consider the bigger picture. What has this family been through? What has this little boy been through?
The literature demonstrates that the safest, healthiest option for premature and vulnerable infants is an exclusive human-milk diet. Our fragile infants cannot wait around for more evidence, they need human milk now.
I am blessed for the richness that Micah has forever added to my life. Giving back to other families is one of the best ways for me to stay close to Micah.
There was a host of natural light in the playroom, which brought the ripples of scar tissue into clearer view, making the white lines more prominent. Seeing how imperfectly straight they were, I could envision the surgeon's hand making meticulous cuts on his tiny, 4 lb. body,