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Annie Janvier, MD

Arch Pediatr Adolesc Med. 2007;161(9):827.

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In 2005, I went into labor at 23 weeks and 3 days. I presented with my cervix 4 cm dilated, contracting and bleeding with bulging membranes. I am a neonatologist and a PhD student in bioethics. My husband is also a neonatologist, the chief of the unit where I was admitted. We would have rather been 2 ophthalmologists buying glasses for their myopic kid.

Labor was delayed until our daughter Violette was born at 24 weeks and 5 days. I despised being told congratulations. Why exactly was I being congratulated, for my inability to keep her inside me 4 more months? I felt as if I had broken a glass in the cafeteria and people were applauding.

I loathed visiting the neonatal intensive care unit while she was unstable. I hated being encouraged to participate in her care. I visited because I felt I had to show . . . [Full Text of this Article]

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