When I saw that the Promise Walk had a northern California event, I emailed the organizer and offered to do some social media stuff (i.e. Twitter, Facebook, etc.) for it. Little did I know that I would eventually become one of the organizers.

It’s been humbling to read some of the stories of my fellow organizers who not only got hit with pre-eclampsia as I did early in their third trimester (or even before), are HELLP survivors who ended up in the ICU, or lost their baby because of the pre-eclampsia. A number of walkers are doing the walk as part of their healing process just as I am and it’s comforting to know that I’m not some bizarre anomaly, that other people have dealt with the developmental delays, the feeding issues (preemies who had feeding tubes or ventilators have really underformed oral muscles and texture issues), and that it is completely possible to have a healthy pregnancy after pre-eclampsia. (Not that I’m considering one any time soon…)

Monday morning (after getting up to change Daniel), I had a dream where Sara Sidle of CSI had it and died. (They weren’t sure that the baby was going to make it.) I was in a complete rage at the doctor for letting Sara die (which does unfortunately happen with pre-e, especially if it’s HELLP and the liver ruptures) and I was ripping up books, beating people up, etc. I think it was my subconscious expressing the anger I have that women still die from this (especially in 3rd world countries where pre-natal care can be non-existent).

Please click the graphic on my sidebar and donate. I don’t care if it’s as little as $1. This is a cause about which I feel passionate because I survived it only because the doctors knew what they were doing.