That is a scan of an actual Polaroid picture taken of MY DAUGHTER the night she was born 11/13/1991.
On that night I had already been in the hospital for two weeks on strict bed rest doing everything in my power to keep her from coming too soon. Well, as I have come to see, she was simply determined to have things her way and there was little I could do to stop her.
I was 22 1/2 weeks pregnant the night she came. She was 11 inches long, about the size of a "fashion doll". She weighed 1 pound 3 ounces-her skin was so thin you could see right through it-her eyes were still fused shut, ya like a puppy, they did not open for 4 days. She almost died several times that first couple of months, but has emerged 17 YEARS LATER with no major issues. She was in the hospital until the day before she should have been born. She is one of two lights of my life.
She would probably disagree that she was not really a person at that time.
That's all I have to say.