BY SUSAN KEMPPAINEN, SPECIAL FOR THE ST. LOUIS JEWISH LIGHT
• Published December 22, 2021
Five decades ago, when preemie care was still a new science, I was born at 30 weeks and weighed 3 pounds, 4 ounces. My grandmother said she’d bought bigger chickens. Since I was an itty-bitty thing and a picky eater, everyone worried I’d starve to...
