if i only knew...

It's a tiny, tiny baby boy

day 15: yet another finger grab
Photo by snowdeal.

For the past three days i have been hitting refresh on a blog periodically to check for new entries. No, there is no lottery involved. And i do not know the blog's owner at all. And i haven't even ever heard of the blog until Tuesday.

But it's a heartbreaking and sad and happy and exhilarating and everyimaginableadjectivethatyoucanthinkof blog. It's a young dad's blog about his prematurely born baby son's progress and fight for his life and his future. Little Eric had to be born at 24 weeks of his Mom's pregnancy to save both of their lives. (Both of them are OK now.)

Go, read the blog, and bookmark it: snowdeal.org You will learn a lot, about a lot of things. About why such things happen. About the odds of survival when you were conceived 24 weeks ago and weight 0.6 kilos. About what doctors can do to such tiny babies. (E.g. they can close a hole in their heart just by giivng medications. Isn't that amazing?) About how sweet and human a baby this small can be. About how at first you cry and feel sorry for them and then realize how amazing their story is and how, you should be happy for them now, and not feel sorry at all. Things like that. And more.

PS: Oh, and that woman in Budapest? That's me. I am sending a postcard (along with all the good thoughts that I can). Are you? (The address is posted on that entry. Eric needs company in that strange NICU unit!)