Things I wish I’d known about having a one-pound baby

My daughter was born as twiggy and translucent as a baby bird, her eyes fused shut, mouth agape. Through her chest we could see her flickering heart.

Juniper arrived at 23 weeks and 6 days gestation: the threshold between viability and futility, between what is possible and what is right. For me, after five years of infertility, she came at the trembling membrane between motherhood and despair.

She weighed 1 pound 4 ounces. That’s the size of a 6-week-old kitten or an adult Eastern gray squirrel. It’s the amount of breast milk an eight-pound newborn drinks in a day. It’s $1.26 in pennies.

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Diane Rehm: Two parents on raising their "micropreemie" daughter and her fight for survival

Juniper French was born four months early, at 23 weeks’ gestation. She weighed just over one pound. She was on the edge of viability — a so-called “micro-preemie.” Several decades ago, she never would have survived. In order to live, she would be constantly hooked up to machines and monitors. If she survives, she might be severely brain damaged. Juniper’s parents — journalists Kelley Benham French and Thomas French — had to decide what they were willing to do to save her or if the greater act of love was to let her go. Guest host Nia-Malika Henderson talks to them about navigating what is medically possible and what is right.

 

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