A year ago today, I spent the entire day emailing back and forth with my friend Heather. She’d supported me much better than any support bra could have after my daughter had been born so sick (and she was in the minority because she KNEW what an encephalocele was and how serious a diagnosis we had on our hands) and we’d spent most of the day whining about the PICU.

Her daughter was in the PICU and my daughter had spent some time in the PICU.

We both knew it was miserable there and I was trying to cheer her up.

The last email I’d gotten from her said something like, “Maddie just ripped out her IV and is furious. They’re thinking of discharging us.” I took it as a good sign that when I’d responded, “THAT’S MY NIECE! *fist bump*” I didn’t hear back from her again because I assumed that she’d been discharged.

Later, I tweeted at her that I’d hoped that she’d robbed the Med Room for some Vicodin and gone to bed with my own small daughter.

When I woke up to nurse my daughter the following morning, I popped on Twitter and saw you all Tweeting about #Maddie. There are, if you don’t know, a kajillion Maddie’s, but in that moment, my heart sank. But it was 7AM CST and I couldn’t exactly start calling California. When I got to my Big Mac, I saw that I’d gotten some IM’s overnight from Stef and the room began to spin.

I fat-fingered my way to Heather’s site and saw the news. I called Dave; hysterical. This was one of my best friend’s daughters. Maddie was Alex’s wife. It was unreal. It’s still unreal.

This year, I’m Marching For Maddie and for Mimi and for all of my friends who have lost babies.

When I first started Mommy Wants Vodka, I fell in not with the Mommy Bloggers, like you might expect, but with the Infertility and Baby Loss Bloggers. Maybe it’s because they understood, like I did, that life wasn’t always just or fair, maybe it’s just where I fit, I don’t know. But those were my first readers and my first friends in the blog world.

Later, when I had a string of miscarriages, they loved up on me, and later yet, they were among the first to reach out and scoop me up when I was sprawled out, screaming and weeping on my floor after my daughter was born so sick.

According to the Center’s For The Disease Control’s Website (and hopefully *crosses fingers strongly* my future employer), about 1 in every 100-200 births in the United States results in a stillbirth. The World Health Organization (WHO) estimates that 4 million stillbirths occur yearly worldwide. The numbers for neonatal and postnatal deaths run into the tens of thousands.

Those numbers seem large to me, but even after having to take a statistics class to get through nursing school I can’t say that I’m much of a numbers person. The Daver, he likes numbers, which is why he’s off saving the world, one string of code at a time, while Your Aunt Becky sits here, mouth breathing and occasionally wondering aloud, “Is the INTERNET working?”

Numbers aren’t my thing. People are my thing. 1 in 100-200 sounds like a hell of a lot bigger number when you attach faces to those numbers. Faces, stories and names. People. My friends. My nieces, my nephews, their parents. Tables forever missing one. Lives cut short. Unlived.

Still born. Born still.

My friends. Their children.

Shale

Madeline Alice Spohr

Matthew

Zariah Lynn

Selah Mae

June

Joel

Ben

Jacob Lane

Ayla Joy

Jackie

Juliet Grace

Catriona Rose

Noah

Logen

Suzie

Hope and Faith

Baby Wallace

Rune and Gabriel

Kai W.

Abigail

Greyson

Nathan King

Noah

Gabriel Webb Winsor

The Bean

Michael Seip

Baby Boy Cook

Gus and Zoe

Taylor Marie

Ethan

Bridgett Marie Kelly

Matthew Conner

Selena

Hannah

Paige

Caleb

Baby JP

Brenna

Kalila

William

Isabel Grace

Maddy

William Henry

Aodin

Callum

Sarah

Connor

Liam

Samuel

Caden

Masyn

Olive Lucy

Seth Milton

Abigail Hlee

Joe-Joe Sherman

Baby Nick

Gabriel Anton

Ryan

Jonathan

Devin Alin

Jacob and Joshua

Baby K, Gabriel Connor, Christian Elliot and Andrew

Emmerson

Baby Kuyper

Mara S.

Nathan Michael

Eva

Timothy, Taea, and Thomas

Kyle S.

John Addison

Raime, Elora & Connor

Ava and Nathaniel

Rose

Micaela, Angelica, and Frankie

Donald Angus

Baby Cline

Addison Hope

Ryne Moyer

Marcus Reeves

Julian Ulysses

Becky

Caleb

Sean Isaac

Jessica Anne

Paul James

Ashlynn Brooks

David Lee

Babies Boone

Olcott-Lueke angels

Baby A and Baby B twin girls

Baby Girl B and Baby Boy A

Becca’s Twin Siblings

Jackson

Kaitlyn Grace

Brennan

Ellery

Robert Daniel

Quinn

Josie Ree Smith

Isabel

Issac

Samuel and Amelia

Draven Fredrick

Lillian and Marshal

Today, and always, we remember.

Dona nobis pacem.

(give us peace)

Lord, give us peace.

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I’ll add ANY name to my Wall of Remembrance so if you’d like me to add a name, please don’t hesitate to email me becky (at) dwink (dot) net or leave me a comment. I don’t add names without a request, but please, please ask. Forward this on to someone whose name needs to be remembered and I’ll add it.

Do not be shy, Pranksters. Please. Aunt Becky begs you.

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