You cannot really appreciate an organization such as the March of Dimes until someone close to you needs it.
Premature births is the organization’s most recent focus. And that brings me to the reason I have a personal interest in the March of Dimes. Our one and only great grandchild (thus far) is a March of Dimes baby.
I will never forget that frantic phone call in August 2006 from my stepson, asking for our prayers. It was our granddaughter’s first pregnancy, she was in distress, and there was a high risk of losing either or both mom and baby.
Thank God, both came through that horrific ordeal. At 26 weeks, the baby weighed only 1 pound and 8 ounces. As you can see in the photo, her little foot easily slipped into her daddy’s wedding ring. She would spend the first 110 days of her life in the hospital. Thank God again, for the March of Dimes.
Today, just a few months shy of her ninth birthday, this special little girl is a delightful bundle of energy, curiosity, wisdom beyond her years, and a blessing to our family.
This weekend members of her family are participating in a March for Babies in Orlando, Florida, raising awareness as well as money to help other babies who are born too soon.