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My preemie twins are now teenagers! Macy and Mallory turned 13 on Saturday, complete with a slumber party of a dozen screaming, whiny girls sleeping over. Hard to believe it’s been that long since they were teeny tiny babies in the NICU. They are still tiny for their age, but for girls that’s not a bad thing. They are still developmentally delayed, and it tears me up to go to their IEP meetings and being told that they will probably never measure up academically to their peers. It doesn’t help that their little sister (age eight) teases them that she is smarter than they are. I have to remind myself that they are miracles for actually living through all the trauma and turmoil they did and that they don’t have more disabilities.