Four pounds seven ounces
Thursday March 24th 2016, 10:00 pm
Filed under: Family,Friends,Knit,Life

Thirty-one weeks, thirty-two weeks, hang in there, baby…

She made it to thirty-three weeks. When my nephew’s wife first went into labor the doctors told the parents that every day in utero was a week the baby wouldn’t have to spend in the NICU, so getting that far was a huge blessing.

I packed a not-tiny-enough outfit with an adorable pair of baby socks knitted by my friend Susan into a box last Friday (I wish I’d thought to take a picture of them) and sent it off to my sister-in-law; the new parents were supposed to be moving near her about the time labor had first unexpectedly started and I didn’t want it to get lost between the mailman and the new place.

Their daughter/her granddaughter arrived Tuesday. There is an adorable picture that is not mine to share of her looking up at her mother with wide open, soft eyes. She is a beautiful baby.

Our niece was discharged today with the surprise of a newly-arrived box to open.

The baby is doing very well, all things considered. Breathing on her own. Might be able to eat on her own soon, too.

The handknit socks. That’s what got exclaimed over. Susan had made these beautiful socks for their baby, and on the day they had to go home without her yet it helped.

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New life is so wonderful! I’m so glad she made it to 33 weeks. Prayers coming for the little one to go home soon, and wear her new socks and outfit!

Comment by Pegi 03.25.16 @ 4:58 am

I remember the doctor telling me something like that. Maybe that is why I like to knit preemie hats and socks and even sweaters.

Comment by Sherry in Idaho 03.25.16 @ 5:59 am

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