I hate when people hear you had an early birth and say any variation of the following: "oh, 34 weeks? They were FINE then." "34 weeks? Oh so they weren't really premature" etc etc. Or my personal favorite "Oh, my son was born at 36 weeks..." as if that's somehow the same. Because in the real world, if your vacation is two weeks after mine, we are practically traveling together. In terms of a birth? 2 weeks is 5% of their growing time.
Who cares, right?
Exactly.
So why say it?
As with Ellie I never say "preemie" I say "born early". I reserve preemie for the micro babies. 10 weeks early. 26 weeks, 30 weeks. But having said that, let me say this. 34 weeks is in fact the minimum. It's what you want to get to but it's not always cause for celebration. I'm lucky. Fortunate actually moreso then lucky. My two are great. But really, the next time someone says how 34 weeks is nothing, I'm going to say "You know, I just don't get that. If your husband had a massive heart attack, I certainly wouldn't say "Oh a heart attack? People have those all the time. He'll be fine. have you tried Lipitor?'"
Honest to christ people, if it hasn't happened to you - shut the fuck up. Seriously.
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