After a rough night for Mae, today was a good day. She was firmly on #TeamNap and just enjoyed playing with us and with her new Toby Tracheasaurus that arrived. She’s now off in baby dreamland.

Today was also tough emotionally for me. For years, I listened to my hometown radio station do a radioathon for the local children’s hospital. The set people’s stories to songs and play them throughout the day, while asking people to donate money to the hospital. Today was the radioathon here and Mae’s story was featured. I was able to hold it together when they did the taping, but when I heard the final product today, I lost it. Our song was fittingly, Fight Song. You can listen to the song here.

I took the morning and ran long put off errands and heard many of these stories. I’ve heard similar ones before and might have teared up, but today, hearing these stories as a medical mom had me crying in my car driving across town. We spent 10 months, 307 days, inpatient with Mae and got to bring her home. I know way too many moms now that didn’t get that joy of bringing their child home from the hospital.

Tonight, Mae got extra squeezes as I think about a boy & his duck and Judebug, just two of the sweet boys who didn’t get to come home after the last trip to the hospital. I think about them and their amazing momma’s a lot.