In Summary

The journey isn’t over, it’s not any more or less of a roller coaster and unless weekly belly X-rays, g-tubes, visits to the neurologists (and 7-8 other specialists), and mild Cerebral Palsy labels are “normal”, we are still far from typical.

However, this is our life.  it is our normal.  It’s our version of life and I won’t just say I accept it.  I embrace this life.  It’s mine.  It’s ours.  it’s been excruciating and it’s been amazing.

On the journey, so far, I’ve been in denial, I’ve held onto guilt, I’ve been really pissed off, I’ve accepted, I’ve realized I’m blessed, I’ve forgiven others…and, most importantly, I’m forgiving myself.  There has been no miracle cure.  There has only been dedication to getting through the worst of it.  I’ve had an amazing teacher in a little boy who was born too small.  One who has not let prematurity define him…and so why should I let it define me?

Instead, today, I need to start living.  I need to start moving forward and giving an example to my boys that sometimes we get derailed, sometimes we take steps backward,  but in the big picture, dear Kellen and Owen, please know, we never stop moving forward.

This isn’t an end of the journey, this isn’t the end of our life with prematurity, but it is the end of a chapter. The next chapter may be private, it may be in public of another space, I’m not 100% sure.  I just know that ANRC has met all its goals.

It’s one of the few blogs that made it okay to say “this sucks”.  It was honest, it connected…and without meaning to, I’ve been told, it inspired.  I can’t tell you how humbling it was to know that this space has inspired others and in turn I/we have been inspired too.

I won’t fully say goodbye, the site will stay up (but no more new posts), the ANRC Facebook page and my email will all stay active.  ANRC will continue to be housed here as a journal that captured my truths as one mom dealing with prematurity and special needs.

I was recently asked, “Tatum, don’t you wish you would have known three years ago how well Owen would be doing today?”  I replied…”I’m not sure that three years ago my definition of doing well would have been MRIs, braces, feeding tubes, blended diets, chronic constipation, breathing treatments and “only” having 8 specialists because I refuse to go see the others…because who can see that many doctors?  However, that doesn’t mean that TODAY that I don’t understand and appreciate how amazingly well Owen is doing.  Three years ago this would have been daunting at best, today it’s just our really blessed life”

In truth, prematurity is a journey.  It doesn’t end at 2 or 3 or any other magical age and it is nothing like a roller coaster….but it is a beautiful journey and I’m honored to have been one of the people who, for a time, has helped share that beauty.


Thank you for reading, thank you for connecting and, thank you for allowing me to understand the strength in vulnerability.  Without you, I’m not sure I’d so fully realize, that it really does turn out okay.


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  1. Loved your blog. Brings tears to my eyes.. Non preemie parents just don’t get it (like risk of infection once home etc). And it drives me mad pregnant women complaining about pains towards end of term. I would swap emotional pain for physical pain anyday. Was told by a woman in Labour ‘ oh so you missed out on all the real pregnancy parts like backache etc’.. oh like I had a 27 wk 3 day baby by choice ??!! Drives me bananas. All your blogs are amazing. I just wish the world would know about us & all our journeys. Thank u xx

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