I was born one month ago today. In one month, I have nearly tripled my weight. Most of you will never want to do that. I am no longer a “micro-premie.” As a 3 pounder, I am now a “very” preemie. In gestational time, I am 30 weeks old. I still spend all of my time having “treatments”, being observed, breathing through a ventilator, receiving blood transfusions and yet, through all of this, I still look amazing. A girl always has to look her best for the occasional photo-op. As you can tell, I have plumped up a bit, and my natural strawberry blonde hair looks splendid. I still don’t appreciate bright lights, but Grandma insists I be photoed every few days. Today was especially sweet because I was allowed 2 ml of Mama’s special milk. Thank-you Mama for all of your time making it. It always leaves me content and sated. “If time is the measurement of my existence, then I have been weighed and I have been measured and I want for nothing.”
I am Madeleine Rose 