My daughter was born in 1983 at 2 lbs., 5 ounces. She spent 3months and 3 days in ICU. Came home on bradycardia and apnea monitor at 4 lbs, 3 ounces. AlbanyMedical Center kept her alive through intestinal surgery. Becky was diagnosed with cerebral palsy before her second birthday.

When I was born my mother was a nurse's aid, she said that I weighed a little over three pounds but never gained any weight, I to was in an incubator. Here's the funny part, so my mom being the hillbilly rattlesnake that she was, told them at the hospital that she was taking me home, that they was starving me. She brought me home and put me on a titty & mash potato diet and stalled my metabolism from birth.
Now, I'm 6'0" 255 lbs and have been rather large my whole life.

Not me but our twins who turn 14 in 4 days. 26 weeks at 560g and 735g. My grandma had a 2lb preemie baby at home 75ish years ago. They took him to the doctor who said nothing could be done, to take him home and let him go. She kept him warm in a shoe box in the warming oven. He made it and was one of her largest children. (1 of 12, the largest baby weighing over 14lbs.)

I'm not but in the eighties had the trauma of my daughter being born at 28 weeks and 3lb 2oz in weight. They gave her a 50:50 chance of living. Her mother was more concerned that she could still wear pre pregnancy trousers and stated that giving birth - 3 pushes and she was out "the most degrading experience of her life" and as my daughter was transferred to a different hospital didn't bother visiting her for three weeks. I spent two and a half months every day by her humicrib for upto 16 hours a day encouraging her to live. The number of times that I resuscitated her from sleep apnaea in that time was approaching the hundred mark. Needless to say when she came home she would do nothing for her mother. On my chest she would fall asleep in less than a minute.

I vaguely remember being told of a great uncle of hers who must have been born in the 1920's who was similarly a premmie sent home in his case after only two and a half weeks. ... they were tough in those days.

For all the survivors here I say well done and from a parents point of view state that you gave your parents grief but incredible joy - we were able to share with you life longer (by the time of your prematurity) than the child's life shared by the majority of parents.

I was born at 29 or 30 weeks at just over 4 pounds in communist Romania. From what I’ve been told I’ve spent about a week and a half in an incubator and was only released home at around 4 weeks after I weighted 2.5kg/ 5.5 pounds. I don’t remember having other side effects or complication compared to my other 3 siblings. I do remember getting b12 shots every 3-4 weeks in between age 6-8, and I still I don’t know the reasoning behind that.

My ex was born in the '50s and only weighed a pound. I am not sure he even had an incubator. THey talked about keeping him wrapped in foil to help maintain his body temp. He grew to be sx foot five and played viola in an orchestra as well as studied philosophy

I guess you could cal me a postie: I was born a month late, and was still underweight (5 lb 7 oz). My mother smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish, which probably explains a lot of it.