Every pregnant woman has dreams of what her baby's arrival will be like: What needs to be packed? Will it be painful? What will the little boy/girl look like? I used to ask myself those questions too. But things happened differently than what I expected. You see, my baby's due date was October 28. Her actual arrival date? July 23. Yep, she was early... very, very early. I said goodbye to my dreams of my water breaking and waddling to the car with a huge belly. At 26 weeks pregnant, I woke up bleeding and cramping, and later found myself being wheeled away in the hospital to quickly deliver my baby because she was in danger of coming out early and possibly suffocating. Needless to say, I was a mess. A crying, hot mess. Nobody warned me extensively about the dangers of premature delivery. It never even crossed my mind. Miscarriage was a lot more of a looming possibility and I actually knew friends and family who miscarried. But preemies? The earliest my friends ever deli...