This is my brother Lane. He was born three and a half months early.
We were all early. My sister and I were both four weeks early, my brother Ryan was a week early, and then there was Lane, born at 24 weeks gestation. The picture above was taken two months after his birth. That is a two month old baby, and he is smaller than the average newborn.
I'm almost 23 weeks, and while I know everything has been fine with my pregnancy so far, I can't help but be a little worried that I make babies the way my mom did: slightly underdone (or extremely underdone). If I take after my mom as far as early labor, I could give birth next week. NEXT WEEK.
One thing that brings a little comfort is that if I do give birth early, I know my baby could survive. Here is Lane now.
But while part of me almost wishes I could meet my boy now, I don't want to see him for at least another 15 weeks!