Happy 2nd birthday, dear little Asa

By the time Asa came into this world almost two months before his due date, we had already been through the preemie thing.

I had already survived Pre-eclampsia once before, I knew what to expect when the nurses started the magnesium-sulfate through an IV in my arm, and I was well familiar with the routine of seeing my newborn baby for only a moment before he was whisked away to the Newborn Intensive Care Unit.

I held him for a few seconds before giving him back to the doctors.

The Promise Walk

This morning I woke up to clouds and rain. I set my alarm to wake up early - too early for a Saturday - so that I could make the 40-minute drive across town to participate in The Promise Walk for Preeclampsia this morning, a fundraiser for The Preeclampsia Foundation.

I did not feel like going.

Not only was the weather dreary, but I was tired from the previous week's daily early morning activities. I just wanted to stay in my pajamas and make some hot tea. It's Saturday. It didn't help that the Promise Walk was quite a drive away and in unfamiliar territory. But I packed up the car with the baby and all the stuff that must always travel with him and went anyway.

I'm so glad I did.