If you have read this blog for any length of time, you know how Nick came into this world. To put is short - Early. Way too early. To this day, I don't know why. I wish I did. If we knew why, we could take the steps to cure it.
Since Nick was born, I wanted to walk in the March for Babies walk for March of Dimes. This is the year. I have signed up our team and am amazed at the support I have been getting from my friends and relatives. It has been almost overwhelming.
When I started the team a few weeks ago, I went back into the old archives of this blog to get some pictures and refresh myself with the whole ordeal. Can you believe I actually forgot certain things? Most of the stuff I read I hadn't forgotten, more just buried deep somewhere in my subconscious. The more I read and looked at those photos, the more tears came to my eyes. I think at that point, I was so focused on him and him getting better, so many days I never had time to feel my emotions.
Then something funny happened, the more I read, the more I realized, that is all a thing of the past. My boy is healed. He is better. While there may be some lingering things that we have yet to discover - he is okay, he survived. He is happy and healthy and smiling and loving.
Wouldn't it be great if every baby had that outcome? Even better if every baby didn't have to go through it. March of Dimes makes so much headway each year to ensure every baby comes home happy and safe. They are a huge support system for parents going through this traumatic experience. I know I looked up many a medical term, outcome and story on their website in those 3 months.
If you know me, or Nick, or just read the blog - help support us! We want to make sure every baby comes home happy and healthy!
The link above will take you to our Team Nick Chuck page. You can make a donation via credit card, debit card or by check. EVERY dollar counts.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you for your support.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Growing up in Galveston, Mardi Gras was always a huge part of my life. My parents took my brother and I to parades when we were little. I always came home from school to go, and always have so much fun. I knew Nick would love going.
Last weekend, I took him to the day parade (the night parade is just a little too rowdy, and late for my little man just yet). At first he was confounded as to why we were standing in the street- as that is usually a "no no". Once the parade started with the bands and floats and the throwing of beads - he was all in!
He would dance around when the bands would march by and then when the floats came, he quickly learned how to stick his little hand up in the air and yell for beads. He cleaned up! He loves Mardi Gras!