Preemie Generations

When we were kids, I remember my brother, Thayran, and I would love to go into my parents room and open the top center drawer of my mom’s dresser and pull out a diaper and a hat from when he was born. The tiny diaper was more like several flattened cotton balls melded into a diaper shape . It was slightly discolored, I believe, because it was one of the few possessions saved from when our home burned down when I was 10 months old. The hat was so small, we couldn’t imagine a baby small enough to fit it. Then we’d go downstairs and I’d ask, “Dad, show us your finger that’s the same size as Thayran’s leg when he was born” and then, with awe, we’d eye up his hand, “and his whole body fit in the palm of your hand?”

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