Why I Was Brought To Tears At My Daughter’s Parent-Teacher Conference

When you look at my daughter, Peyton, you would never assume she was only 16 ounces at her smallest, attached to wires and tubes as she fought for her life. You would never imagine that this spitfire toddler didn’t start crawling until 17 months old, or barely uttered words until 2 ½ years old. And strangers would never guess that this perfect little child is actually a triplet; her identical sister and her brother now in heaven. No, she doesn’t look like a preemie, but born at 22 weeks gestation, she’s about as preemie as you can be.