PREMATURITY BLUES
A baby arrives with echoing thunder, its reverberations stretching into both your future and your past. It’s safe to say that our baby arrived with more thunder than most, twelve weeks early and weighing in at a vanishingly small 825 grams. “A crappy placenta,” our obstetrician told us, with a baffled smile. “These things happen.”
It was pre-eclampsia that did it, a multi-system assault on the
