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A Preemie Story: Part 1- Baptism by Fire

As I left abruptly for the hospital that afternoon, I couldnt explain how I knew, but I was certain that the next time I would be returning to my apartment, I would no longer be pregnant. In fact as I locked the door, I said to my mom, I guess we wont be able to get the kitchen redone before our little one is born. She thought I was crazy and assured me we were just going to the hospital as a precaution, all was well and it will get done. Technically, we were both right.