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Lucky

My kid was full-term, completely healthy, and quite frankly, a big chunk.
But many parents are not so lucky. I just read that more than 1/2 a million babies a year are born underdeveloped in some way.

I'm walking, as I have been for years, in the March of Dimes WalkAmerica to raise money to fight premature birth.

Last year I dedicated my walk to the memory of Will, a beautiful preemie whose strength touched many and whose loss we will mourn forever. It is with celebration, though, that I share the news: his parents have Will's brother, at home with them now. Born on Christmas Day, joyfully at 35 weeks instead of Will's heartbreaking 24, he truly is a miracle. Healthy, happy and ready to offer renewed hope and inspiration for the 2006 walk.

However, it is important to note that he was still born premature. When you join March of Dimes WalkAmerica, you bond together with millions of others in the fight to defeat premature birth. Today in the U.S., 1,305 babies will be born prematurely. Some of them won't survive, and others will have health problems that could last a lifetime. The March of Dimes is taking the lead to find answers. You can help. The funds you raise in WalkAmerica support research that saves babies' lives.

To donate to my walk, email amyschoon@hotmail.com and I'll give you a link to my personal MOD WalkAmerica web site. Thanks for your support.

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