Christmas Cheer

I remember the day our son came home. 101 days after I'd first started my daily trips to hospital, 3 months after he was born, and 4 days before his due date, we were finally able to bring the little fella home. No longer would we have a life fragmented between Eoin's siblings at home, hospital and in my case work. No more morning calls to find out what sort of a night he'd had, to find out his weight, which nurse was looking after him and how he was doing. No more rushing home from work, throwing dinner down my neck and straight out to hospital for the evening - every evening. No more petrol station coffee and chocolate to just give us enough energy to make our way home at the end of the evening in hospital. And no more alarms.

When it came, it was remarkably, scarily, quick. We arrived to discover today would indeed be 'the day'. We were handed a big carrier bag full of drugs, were taken through them to ensure we knew which, when and why (16 doses in all, some daily, some twice daily, some thrice daily), a quick go on the resucitation doll and then we were away. Our little man was ours, in our care and at last we were a fully complete family.

Great news then, that some of the tiniest babies have beaten the odds and will be home for Christmas. In New Zealand, a preemie born 16 weeks early has arrived back in the country after being born in Australia. After a special flight, Drew, born weighing just 760g is now in New Zealand will be in hospital for a while longer.

And on the other side of the World, the World's smallest ever baby, weighing just 259g has also come home in time for Christmas. Olivyanna was born in Alabama at 24 weeks, one of triplets. Born in August, Olivyanna came home last Friday, 18th December.

Season's Greetings and Best Wishes to all preemies and their parents, whether they are still in hospital or have made it home, or perhaps more importantly, if they didn't make it home.