Please Honor My Baby on April 20th

Monday is April 20th. This day marks the two-year anniversary of the death of my baby. Last year I posted on a few boards that I frequently asking people to do a good deed on April 20th to honor my baby. I was overwhelmed by the response.

This year I decided to make it more formal. I am writing this article to plead for more help. I ask that everyone do something for someone else on this day. It can be as simple as helping someone pick up something they dropped or giving someone who needs it a hug. Any act of kindness that puts love out into the universe.

My goal is to let my baby know how much we loved her. I want my baby to feel that love all the way up in Heaven. The more people who participate, the stronger the feeling of love will be felt. I imagine the baby looking down with the other angels saying, wow, that's from my family.

You see, all I have to show that my baby existed is a positive pregnancy test and a tattoo. I never even knew whether the baby was a boy or a girl, but I feel certain she was a girl.

I suffered an extreme form of Hyperemesis Gravidarum during my pregnancy, which means I was sick. Severely sick. I lost 30 pounds in a month and kept losing. I was severely dehydrated and had to have an IV at all times.

I was on Zofran, a medication that had to be given intramuscularly, which meant I had to jab a half inch needle into my thighs every 3 days because the medicine would damage the tissue around the injection sites. Two years later I can still see one or two places where there is damage.

I couldn't drive or take care of my son. I couldn't even get in to the bathtub without help. The IV line was too small to hydrate me because my veins couldn't handle a big enough needle. If I stood up too long I would pass out, once falling on a nightstand. I even started vomiting blood. I am telling you this to explain how Hyperemesis is not just morning sickness, it is a life threatening disease.

We made the very painful decision to end the pregnancy to save my life. I was so ashamed I told people I lost the baby. This is another reason I am writing this article, to tell the truth.

It took me two years to forgive myself for not being strong enough and making the choice. This was a planned and very much wanted pregnancy. I want my baby to know we loved her. I want her to feel such a huge outpouring of love that it will be as if her mom is there holding her.

So please, I need your help. Monday, April 20th do a random act of kindness for me, for my baby. Let love fill this world and shower into Heaven. Please forward this or tell anyone you think will be willing to participate. I would love to hear comments saying what you did on this day.

Thank you for reading and for your help!