The Preemie Princess

 

Skylar Elizabeth couldn't wait to meet the world. My little daughter decided that twenty-six weeks and six days of being in my womb was just long enough. She was born weighing one pound, fifteen ounces, measuring just thirteen and a half inches. And every ounce was born ready to fight. She was immediately transferred to another hospital, about fifty miles from me. It would be days before I would see her, attached to a breathing machine, wires, and medication. Her eyes were still fused shut. Over the course of almost three months, she suffered a brain bleed, an intestinal hole, two hernias in addition to many infection scares. She fought each and every one, beating the odds time and time again. She came home the day after Thanksgiving, without any monitors or machines.