It's preemie awareness month.

[railenthe]

I know that this doesn’t seem like the most exciting thing to be on about, but the fact is, this is a cause that’s kind of close to me—and has been for all of my life.
I’m speaking from the point of view of a preemie myself.
I was almost not here to talk about this.
 
Two and a half pounds.  A bag of egg noodles weighed more than I did  …also, blue.  Spent loads of those first days on machines: incubators, breathing machine, monitors—it was bad.  And it took forever for me to get up to close to standard.  I didn’t weigh fifty lbs until I was 11.  …moderately underweight, understatement of the day.  
So the cause is kinda close to me.  Being one who never really caught up to the normal where it comes to size and such—I’m still a runt, and I’ve still got the squishiness issues that I had when I was little. (Go ahead, feel free to laugh, I walked into it.) 
 
The point is, we’ve come a long way since I was born. 

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[toffeethesnob.livejournal.com]

I was a premmie too. I stopped growing about the 8th month so they had to cut me out early. (This is probably why I'm so cranky when I wake up.) Fortunately I was one of those premmies who despite being small was able to breathe independently so I never went in a machine. That didn't stop them from feeding me milk through tubes up my nose... (Apparently I spent the first 6-10 months of my life wearing dolls clothes I was such a runt.)

I can't remember what my weight at birth was (or find my baby book at the moment) but I was around the 4-5lb mark from what I recall being told. A 2 and a half pounder, especially in those days is lucky!