Today Amii would have been just about ready to enter her third trimester and the baby should have been hearing muffled laughter in the womb as brother & sister gave their name suggestions, not hearing beeping of NICU machinery. She should have been holding up onesies marveling that the older kids were ever that tiny, not keeping watch over an isolette. Rubbing her belly and wondering who he’d look like, not wondering if he would survive.
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Maria wants to live in a world where cloth diapers are the norm and moms can make parenting choices without judgement. When she’s not chasing her 18, 14 and 11-year old kids around, you might find her checking out the latest gadgets, organizing something (again) or exercising in the fresh air. Read More »