When I was pregnant with M, viability day came and went without me noting it very much. My sister congratulated me on reaching that particular milestone, which was the only way I really noticed it happened. I carried on blissfully, had an overdue baby, you know the story.
This time around I’ve been anxiously awaiting viability day for about a month. I know it isn’t a guarantee of a healthy baby or anything like that, but reaching 24 weeks means that if this baby tries to come out, the doctors will try to keep him in. Or they’ll intervene to keep him alive if he comes out anyway.