I don't know if this is helpful to say out loud. I don't know if it is instead offensive or weird. All I know is that I often, when dealing with things like my mother's death or my miscarriage, wished people would acknowledge how good they had it, how lucky they were to have their mothers living or their babies easily conceived and born.
So I am saying it here. I am grateful for my healthy child. I hope that he stays that way. I know how much I have in him.
Lately, I think of people I know in real life and in blogworld every. single. day. At least once. Often more. I think of my dear real life friend, meanmama, who has had three preemies in NICU and has to deal with the ongoing issues. I think of bloggers, like Cecily and Alexa who have been through the hell of babies dying in utero and of prematurity. I think of my friend whose son recently died in utero at 38 weeks. And I think of Maddie Spohr. I think of her constantly.
I am not exaggerating. It is an overwhelming wave of awareness that sweeps over me several times daily, most often in my most gleeful moments with Beck.
It is overwhelming. But I am grateful for their stories and for the opportunity to be a conduit for them. And to be made aware of things like The March of Dimes, which can hopefully work on the bottomline common thread for most of these stories.
Does anyone else find that the Internet has made scary and sad things seem awfully close and present all the time? And that they find themselves more grateful because of it? And compelled to do something to try to help, like donate or help spread awareness? Go for it.
