Monday, June 8, 2015


My daughter was born a little over a year ago.  Her birth was traumatic, the days that followed in the NICU were even more so.  There was a deep fear I refused to name - A fear that I could lose this child I loved desperately. She rallied and fought and I prayed and held her as much as they let me.  I felt torn between my beautiful sons and this little tiny girl who needed me every moment.  I tried to ask my husband how his day had gone but struggled to even hear what he was saying.  Finally, 13 days after her admission, we were released. I celebrated with heaving sobs when they told me I could finally take her home and make our family complete.  But as I walked down the hall of the NICU, I stared at all the other women still fighting for their babies.  And that image has not left me.

I told my husband that I had to help them.  I had to give them everything that helped me.  I had to let them know they were not alone.  "Then do it," he said.  "I know you can do it." Those words alone propelled me on a quest to figure out how to best help them.  I made lists of all the items I would place in a care package and priced the options out over and over again.  I researched "How to Start a Non-Profit" and tried to figure out how in the world I could make that happen as I homeschooled my kids and maintained the life I love. I prayed and prayed. I told God I only had an hour a day to do this and asked Him show me how to make it happen.  I had several false starts.  But then God led me to an organization called High Risk Hope.

I stared at the iPad screen in disbelief as I saw my exact dream already fulfilled.  Heather Barrow, a mother of two incredible children, began the organization after experiencing a high risk pregnancy and a NICU stay.  Her water broke at 24 weeks and she was on hospital bedrest until her son Hill was born at 32 weeks.  He has not suffered any complications and is a normal, beautiful little boy.  She, like me, wanted to bring comfort to the moms that would come after her.  And she lives an hour away from me.

We connected, talked and, at the very least I will fundraise for this organization.  My hope and prayer is to eventually bring this to the hospital where my daughter was born but I am patient with God's timing.

Ultimately, I want this to enrich my family's life rather than take away from it.  I want my kids to add drawings to the care packages, help me put them together, and understand that they can make a difference in other people's lives.  My son Luke has already decided to take the reigns on the fundraising efforts.  This past week we worked together to create this video and fundraising page. Will you watch and share?

Do you have a dream that seems impossible?  Think about the famous Walt Disney quote, "It's kind of fun to do the impossible," then pray about it.  Ask God to show you how to make it happen.  He will, somehow.

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