Apr 07, 2008 17:52
Somebody dumped news in my lap last week. Greg, the butt-head ex, became a parent.
I will skip the range of feelings I went through and am still going through.
She was born a few weeks ago an extreme preemie. I am praying for her. Grace Ophelia is what they named her. I like the first name but have a raised eyebrow on the middle since all I can think of is the Hamelet character.
She was born under 2 pounds. I think it was 1 pound 7 ounces. She was 7 inches at birth. 7 inches...less than the width of a piece of office paper. Gha.
She is doing remarkably well for her condition. I guess she's over 2 pounds now and ready to go onto real food next week through a feeding tube.
I hope very much that Greg finds the nuturing side in him and becomes the person I know is buried under all of that selfishness and mental mess. I know how hard it is for a mature, stable, strong, loving couple to raise a preemie.
sad,
preemie,
past