What if I had spoken up, What if someone had listened, what if my my German hadn’t been so bad, or my self-esteem so low and I would’ve stood up for myself and tell whoever listened that something was wrong, Would it had changed anything?
Maybe Mila would’ve still arrived too soon, but maybe, just maybe I wouldn’t have missed her birth, maybe I would’ve heard her first cry, maybe she wouldn’t have come all alone, and that’s what almost 4 years on still hurts, the “maybes” the “what ifs”
I have told my story over and over again, even though it still hurts, because I want moms to know they have a voice, and they should use it, It can make a life or death difference.
Below I´ll add some pictures, both are my kids, both grew inside of me, I gave birth to both of them, yet both stories are totally different, and its sad that so many women can understand my pain, its sad that so many parents have to go home to empty cribs because their babies are in the NICU or worse, will never make it home, its sad there are so many kids without their mommies, its sad that preeclampsia accounts for for approximately 63.000 maternal deaths a year, let that number sink in, sixty three THOUSAND, that’s thousands of babies without their moms, and for some cases nothing could’ve been done about it, some countries lack the tools to help moms, some cases like mine are totally avoidable, and I speak for the moms who know my pain all too well, and the ones who aren’t here anymore.
I could’ve been another number I could’ve been one in those 63,000, and I am so thankful I made it, I’m thankful I got to meet my daughter.