The March of Dimes walk was fabulous. Absolutely, fantastically, beautifully, marvelous. The team I was on raised more than five thousand dollars. Five thousand!
Our group was beyond-words-awesome-fantastic. Beyond the fact that there were so many of us and we raised a lot of money, everyone was very supportive of each other while we walked. You can witness proof of that here, here and here. And you can find all sorts of photos that prove just how fantabulously awesome we are from Burgh Baby.
Also? This happened, and was immensely cute:
I mean, seriously. Look at those faces!
Alex was a bit of terror. He wanted to steal everything that any other child had: sippy cups, crackers, entire wagons. I can’t blame him on the wagons, though. Those are things are pretty awesome. Even with his toddlerhood raging that morning (and my unexpected crankiness that day) it was a wonderful time. Have I used enough positive adjectives? It was awesome. Stunning. Astonishing. Moving. Wondrous.
Pittsburghers are all of those things. And more.
When Maddie died, things changed. People came together. Her passing brought many tears to my eyes, and the second I saw that there was a Pittsburgh team walking for Maddie and March of Dimes I had to join. Because when that beautiful little girl died, something happened. In all of us.
People who had never heard of Maddie were brought to tears by her death. People who have lost children of their own, people who have children that were born prematurely, people who have never once even babysat a child…all of us were affected.
So now, Pittsburgh is coming together. The Burgh Moms and Dads team has raised over $3,500 now, and I just know we can get to $4,000 by our walk on Saturday.
Can you spare one dollar? Two? Maybe even ten? I have done what I can, and I hope you will too.
Are you in Pittsburgh? Can you join Our Team?
Please, think about donating in this beautiful little girl’s name. Please click here to make a donation through my page, or click here to make a donation through the Pittsburgh Moms and Dads Team.
Think of her:
I’ll be thinking of my own son, who was in the NICU for four days after his birth. We were lucky, and he is perfectly healthy. I’ll be thinking of all of the babies who we have lost, all of the babies we have saved, and all of the babies that we will one day be able to save because of advances in medicine.
My baby? May not have made it if it weren’t for IV fluids and Bili Lights to help his severe jaundice. I’ll be thinking of that. What will you be thinking about this Saturday?
Think about donating. Every little bit helps.
As Alex has gotten older, he’s become more loving. As an infant he was only interested in cuddling if it was time to sleep or he had a fever. Things haven’t changed that much, but he does occasionally give hugs willingly. He’ll even give a kiss or two once in a while.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t really understand when it is appropriate to be loving. He loves most adults, and I am learning more and more about the fact that he loves certain little ladies.
At the playground the other day he found a special someone again. She had just had her second birthday and was a beautiful little girl. (He has good taste, I must say.) He followed her around, asked her to hold his hand, and completely ignored me for a good ten minutes.
When she went up the stairs, he went up the stairs. When she went into the tunnel, he went into the tunnel.
And then he gave her a hug.
He put his little chubby arms around her, placed his head gently on her back, and said “awww.”
She didn’t seem too interested in the hugging, so he would stop for a few seconds before trying to hug her again. Hug, stop. Hug, stop. Hug, stop.
Then he laid down in the tunnel, and hugged her legs. He tried to pull her down with him, saying, “night night!”
A bit unreserved, no?