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My wife told me that today was prematurity awareness day. Alright, alright, I get it. You could have been a little more subtle with the suggestion, but I get it.

Hey, this problem is no picnic for me either…

…what?

Whoops.

What I mean is, boooooo premature birth.

My boy was five weeks premature. He had a few health issues, but he’s perfect now. He’s one of the lucky ones. Nobody knows why so many babies are born premature, but with continued education, awareness, and funding, maybe we’ll find out soon. Please, take a few moments to peruse the March of Dimes site. Shed a few tears. Pretend you had something in your eye. Then smooth everything over with your friends by talking about football and fantasy leagues.

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  1. Booo, preterm birth, my sentiments exactly. Well said. Thank you so much for helping to raise awareness. I’m glad your wife reminded you. We all need to Fight for Preemies.

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