Today, Charlie and I kicked off another March of Dimes fundraising event at a local store. It was the first time I lost my composure as I told our story.
Why do it? Why rehash a painful story over and over again? The answer is simple really.
These are the reasons why I speak about our story and raise money for the March of Dimes:
It’s for the moms of angels. Even though I can’t possibly imagine the feelings of a loss so great, I want them to know that their baby is not forgotten. I want them to realize that they are not alone as they figure out how to carry on and find peace.
It’s for the moms of preemies. There are very few who understand the heartbreak, sadness, loneliness, and fright that come with having a preemie. I want them to have comfort, support, and hope.
It’s for the moms of babies with birth defects. I want to raise awareness, understanding, and support for those families.
It’s for NICU babies. I want them to have bright futures.
It’s for every pregnant woman: present and future. I want them to have a healthy pregnancy.
It’s for every newborn. I hope for healthy futures.
It is for myself. I need something good to come from all this (other than Charlie) so I can one day move past it.
And finally, it is my way of saying thank you for saving my baby and many others.