Marching into Spring

Now that all the holidays and birthday celebrations are finally finished up in our house, these last few weeks of winter are when spring fever starts to set in.  Mind you, I didn’t say, Spring starts to set in…it’s 15 degrees Fahrenheit today…but the idea of spring starts to enter my mind.  I have always loved spring.  The fresh smell, the sun getting warmer and days getting longer.  It’s a time for new beginnings and foreshadowing of tank tops and flip flops ahead.  Two years of cold and flu season isolation, and my love for spring is even stronger.

I can’t wait to get the boys outside more.  If you asked Owen, he’d tell you getting bundled for winter outings is a form of torture that really should have been included in the Geneva Conventions.  Plus, we don’t have sidewalks in our neighborhood, so when the streets have snow banks, there really isn’t a safe place for a winter walk with kids.  Ahhh, I can’t wait to start going for walks again!

And I know the time is nearing.  Do you want to know how?  Because last night I signed up for March for Dimes, March for Babies and it told me that our Minneapolis/St. Paul walk is only 72 days away.  The end of April is only 72 days away!  Owen will be TWO in 65 days.  Goldy’s run is in 56 days!  All this adds up to the official start of Spring being only 34 days away!

Sometime between 34 and 72 days from now, we’ll be able to end isolation for the year.  Could it be?  Is it possible?  Am I seriously going to make it?  Without going too insane? Through two full years of cold and flu season isolation?  Hallelujah!

But the truth is, I cannot complain about cold and flu season without knowing I’m lucky to be in cold and flu season with Owen.  Were it not for the March of Dimes supporting research like surfactant therapy, which has reduced death due to respiratory distress syndrome by two-thirds, Owen and his micro and extremely premature friends would not have had a chance of survival.

We have come a long way since 1974 when my brother, born at 31 weeks, had slim chances of survival.  But we also have a long way to go.  Prematurity is still the number one killer of infants in the United States.  Currently, 1 in 9 babies born here are born too soon.  That’s too many babies with life long struggles.  That’s too many parents who never get to bring their baby home.

That’s why I walk for the March of Dimes.  I walk to help raise awareness and funds to find research to improve the outcomes for those born too soon, and one day, put an end to prematurity.

I walk in memory of Wyat Olig (April 10, 2011 – November 22, 2011).  His time here was too short.  His mom is my friend.  I wish she, too, could complain about cold and flu season.  March of Dimes is the best chance that babies of the future may have better chances than Wyatt. I can’t say his passing will be worth it for the babies of the future, but his passing is a great reminder that there is still much to be done.

Will you join me in walking?  If you’re local, you’re welcome to join team Super Wy’s Warriors.  If you are in another state, you can learn about events in your area here.

If you can’t walk, but want to support my walk, you can donate here.

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