When I was born, I was only 26 weeks old. Being born that early you could imagine that I wouldn’t weigh that much. Well, I was 1 pound 15 ounces. I didn’t get to see my mommy for one whole day because she had to heal a little before coming to see me. Thank goodness I wasn’t alone, my daddy’s face was the first I saw and he never left my side. My journey started off rough, I couldn’t gain weight; I had jaundice and I had tubes going into all parts of my body. With the love and support of my parents and family I have slowly gotten better. I am now 34 weeks old and I can drink from a bottle; I don’t need oxygen to help me breathe; I’m 4 pounds and 3 ounces and as adorable as I can be! All I need to do now is gain a little more weight and I will be ready to go home with my parents. That will be a happy day for all of us!