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I am a RN in the birthing center at a well known trauma hospital in CA. Although I deal with preterm labor pt and preemies in my working life it did not prepare me for what I was about to endure. I was 23 weeks pregnant with my 3rd child when I had a gross ROM. I was hospitalized and put on heavy doses of antibiotics and tributiline to inhibit pre term labor. My husband and I were terrified. On the long drive to the hospital I just kept repeating over and over in my head "Please God don't let me loose my baby!" The next several days were so overwhelming I felt like I was in a bad dream desperatly trying to wake up. But it was not a dream, it was my reality and my husband and I needed to make decisions that no parent should ever have to face. Were we going to try and resesitate our baby who we desperatly wanted, or were we going to provide him with comfort care until he would ultimatly pass on. We were told that if I were to deliver before 24 weeks resesitation was not advised. The following day I was bombarded with perinatologists, and neonatologists throwing statistics at me. One of the neonatologist even went as far as telling me it would be better if I were having a girl because they tend to do better when delivered prematurly. Knowing that my son would never be a girl what little hope I had in saving my son was soon fading. I took time to recalect on everything that had been thrown at my, although I know I only heard about 1/3 of what was told to me, a very kind, passionate neonatologist came to see my husband and I. He was so sincere and careful with his words. He understood how difficult this decicion was for us and was the first person who didn't pressure us for an answer right away. He said that he would give us time to talk it over and we could let him know the following day. After his visit I actually had restored hope. All of the Dr.'s before him acted like we were making a decision on what car to buy. I am thankful to say that I was able to maintain my pregnancy for 4 more weeks. Although I desperatly wanted to carry him to at least 30 weeks I became very ill which resulted in an emergency crash c-section, a few days in the ICU, and a blood transfusion. My son was born at 27 1/2 weeks weighing in at 763 grams (1# 11 oz) and was 13 inches long. Seeing him for the first time was overwhelming. The flood of emotions consume you. I felt so guilty that he was having to do things that my body was supposed to be doing for him. Seeing his struggles ate me alive. The roller coaster ride that you are warned about could never be known by anyone who has not gone through it themself. There are happy days and sad days, days where you feel ok I can get through this and days you are so angry and frustrated that you feel that you can not get through another day. We spent 94 days in the NICU and although these were trying times I feel in the end that I am a better person, and a better nurse because of it. It was our journey. A journey that for some reason we were supposed to take together, and although I still mourn my full term pregnancy I am able to cuddle my son and that is priceless. Everyday I thank God for allowing me the chance to be a mother to my son and giving me such an amazing gift

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The positions of the hands that the fetus most often assumed in the womb is now a trigger in all humans, adult and child. These positions now trigger a phenominal immune stimulation etc. which is so strong that if we assume the best positions we cure the common cold in an average time of 2 hours, never longer than a day. I wrote about this in www.thefetalcure.com. Thus this will almost certainly be the cure for SARS. email me your results-thanks Steve Lord

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I've have already written in this guest book...I just wanted everyone to know that has read my story and written to me that Malory is doing well and will be coming home on Thursday after 8 weeks in the hospital...She is now weighing 5 pounds and 3 ounces, big change from 2 pounds and 13 ounces...I just wanted to say thanks to the people that have written and let me know that everything was going to be ok even though I wasn't sure...Thanks for all the prayers and I hope that I can help parents the way that you have helped me...

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Our daughter Savannah was born at 27 weeks gestation. I had preeclampsia and was hospitalized and on bed rest for 8 days when the doctor decided to deliver Savannah by C-section. When I woke up from the anesthesia, I did not know if Savannah had even survived. She weighed 1 lb and 3ozs. She was born on October 16, 2002 and after a 91 day stay at Georgetown Hospital in Washington, DC, she came home weighing 4 lbs. Those days that Savannah was in the hospital were the worse of my life. She had pneumonia, a collasped lung. At one time she stopped digesting her milk and the doctors suspected NEC. At least twice, I thought she was going to die in my arms. She had to be re-intubated several times. At one point, she was sailing along doing great. she had been breathing without the help of the ventilator and was using the CPAP. Then she got an infection. The doctors suspected meningitis. When my husband and I arrived at the hospital at 12am in the morning, her heart rate was well below 80; she was stiff looking and her skin looked yellowish. Again, we thought she was going to die. But, Savannah who has a lot of fight in her pulled through once again. Savannah is now thriving. She is not quite 6 months old and weighs a little over 8 lbs. Savannah was not on oxygen when she came home but she was on an apnea monitor for 2 months, she was doing so well that my husband and I decided on our own to stop using it. She had an inguinal hernia and we thought she would eventually need surgery, but the hernia went away on its own. I have been forever changed by this experience and I think God every day for this blessing. I know that things could have easily been different and I would not be enjoying my maternity leave with Savannah right now.