My friend's grandma's sister was born at 23 weeks in 1929. We grew up together so I'm very attached to her family and the same way she's very attached to my family.
Auntie's mom fell from the stairs while pregnant and had the baby on the way to the hospital. The doctors caught the baby slipping out of her in the stretcher, put it in a shoe box and told her she was breathing but they didn't know for how long.
The mom put the baby between her breasts and started breastfeeding her immediately.
Auntie is 82 years old and she just hand embroided the most beautiful blanket for my baby boy due in January.
Her only disability is regarding walking. She's been wheelchair bound since forever. She attended school, finished college but never really got married. She could not find a guy who would keep up with her feisty, upbeat personality 60 years ago. Oh and she is such a feminist!
We all love her very much and could not imagine our lives without her!
OP, did you read that article on the NY magazine about the person saying preemies should not be cared for to let nature follow its course?