I really do have to thank Fracas for giving me the chance to let rip with the alliteration (consonance. whatever). Other than that, I really just wanted to point to perhaps the best roundup of resources for parents of preemies on the whole of the internets. Helpful links, a glossary, personal stories and acquired wisdom; it’s all here, beautifully written and elegantly laid out for instant reference.

Check it out for yourself, preemie parent or no; it’s worth a perusal.

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During a time when the medical staff is bound to tell parents of preemies what seems like nothing but bad news and scary realities, what those parents need (and I can attest to this by the search terms ending up here) is hope and to see and hear the positive outcomes for other people out there.

This is what the pdf is about. In the middle of this post is a link to that pdf. You will be able to see pictures of, and read stories of other parents with preemies who faced the same scary situations and have hope and a miracle to show for their faith. The stories were gathered from around the internet, and links to those sites are included. Other links are also included.

Though we both found information, the pdf was a gift of love from LindaC. She created it and has given me permission to upload it here and make it available for anyone else out there who needs some hope.

Please create a bookmark to this post and come back because rather than post repeatedly and have you hopping all over the place looking for what you need, I will just continue adding to this page as I go through my files and find more information.

Now it can be told…

Halle Berry once occupied the treadmill next to my friend Zahid for a full hour, and he, in his particular way, noticed. Men are so competitive! Yes, this black chick (unusual in Vancouver, unless Somali FOB and thus unlikely to inhabit the gym, as the robes get caught in the belt) was not only keeping pace with him, but actually going measurably harder than him. And my friend, whose pride is not inconsequential, yet is open to correction, decided to engage this intimidating Amazon in conversation.

So he did.

And after the better part of an hour of who he was, what he did, how he’d helped the various tribes renegotiate their treaties with the Canadian government, etc, etc, you know how men are but she seemed interested and asked all the questions but eventually he got to feeling guilty for doing all the talking and he said, “but enough about me. Tell me about yourself!”

“Well, my name is Halle, and I’m an actor,” said the woman who was even then taking in several million for starring in Catwoman.

And he silently went, “D’oh!”

In unrelated news, here is a photo of Halle Berry rocking her newly-announced pregnancy, and it must be said that few rock it better or harder. She looks, to my unpracticed eye, farther along than three months, but she looks dead hot.

I’m not so all about the visible nips, nor the unexplained diagonal tension points on the outfit (I suppose it’s avant-garde) but I love the draping and the tightness and the fact that this reveals an unabashedly preggo body, in flats. She’s not going for a win in the Drop the Baby stakes!

Yes, she’s pregnant; yes, she’s the superfantastic!