The Book

The Book

“My premature journey began in November of 2000 when I thought I’d given birth to the smallest baby ever born. She arrived four months prematurely, weighing one pound, eleven ounces. After my daughter was born, I longed for a compassionate woman who had been in my shoes to sit on the end of my bed and share her story with me. It wouldn’t matter how different or similar our stories were, just to have someone who understood what it felt like to know trauma…

That woman never arrived and I was left lost, lonely and terribly wrought with guilt and fear. No one should have to feel so alone. So… I’d like to sit on the end of your bed and share my story with you. Your story and mine are sure to be different, but if hearing mine allows you a moment away from yours, if it helps you understand what a friend, neighbor or family member is going through, if it leaves you with a sense of hope, then my story was worth writing down.”