10/30/2025
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November is prematurity Awareness Month.
To the mama of a preemie,
I know you still remember that room.
The one filled with tiny beeps, tubes, and fear.
Where you couldn’t hold your baby the way you dreamed you would.
You watched nurses do what your hands were aching to do.
You whispered prayers through glass.
You stood there, pretending to be strong, when inside you were crumbling.
You went home with breasts full of milk and arms painfully empty.
You learned what it means to count in grams, not pounds.
You celebrated ounces like birthdays.
You cried at every alarm, every delay, every “not yet.”
And still, you showed up.
You stayed.
You waited.
You fought beside that tiny warrior like your own breath depended on it.
You didn’t need a cape, you needed hope.
And somehow, you found it buried in the sound of your baby’s heartbeat through those wires.
Mama, you are not weak for remembering.
You are not dramatic for crying when you see an incubator online.
You are not broken for the trauma that still sits quietly inside you.
You are the kind of strong the world doesn’t talk about enough.
The kind that’s built in hospitals, through sleepless nights and whispered “please God.”
So this November, I just want to say this to every mama who had a baby too soon,
You are not alone.
You are seen.
You are the heartbeat that kept going when everything felt too small, too early, too hard.
And if nobody told you lately;
You did so well.
Your baby didn’t just survive.
They had a fighter for a mother. 🤍
