 There is nothing like waking up in the morning in the woods. I only wish we lived and camped further away from the city sounds. We woke up, however, thankful for the welcoming sunrise, and the stillness nature offers before the crowd of marines doing their morning exercises, the devout yogis, and early risers descended close to our camp site. I hold on to the gratitude, though. Before the noise was the silence. Before the sunrise, there was hope. And before hope, there were tears and heartbreak. Somewhere in that plane between silence and noise. A whisper of gratitude. Always just a whisper. And today, I will whisper my gratitude to nature, to existence, to family and friends. I am thankful for being here. And today, I will walk with my family and we will remember the mamas, the babies, the whys of being here, of advocacy, of organizations that make it possible to give thanks, to do good and to take away the noise. I am humbled, grateful to be walking with you.... wherever you are today. ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you @2020_mom @thebluedotprj @preeclampsia.foundation  #advocate #makingovermotherhood #maternalmentalhealth #ppd #preeclampsia #bluedotproject #2020mom #walkthebluedot #motherhood #MMH #momlife #postpartumdepression #mentalhealth #momsmatter #youarenotalone #strongertogether For information on the Blue Dot Project & the virtual walk/run, go here:
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MAMAIn 2012, my daughter was born at 31 weeks due to Preeclampsia and spent 43 days in the NICU. When I found out I was pregnant again, I became anxious about history repeating itself. He was born at 34 weeks in 2016. I had another premature baby, another NICU stay, another preeclampsia diagnosis. This time, I added postpartum depression to my history. Archives
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