Tomorrow would have been my due date, a day I probably would have watched come and go uneventfully, just as I did with Oliver’s due date several years ago. And tomorrow will come and go uneventfully, because that baby was not mine to keep.

Although the memories of my two miscarriages will always hurt, I still count myself very lucky: I have Oliver. He is healthy and strong and vibrant. No matter how much he tests me and tires me, I am grateful for every single day we share.

I will certainly take time to remember my almost-April baby tomorrow, but I will spend more time thanking God for how blessed I am, because other parents out there are suffering much, much more. Parents who loved and lost their living children, who need all the prayers and support in the world. I can’t even begin to imagine… I don’t want to imagine. It’s heartbreaking and it’s unfair. And yet there are so many families who lose children, so many others we will never hear about. TOO many.

I have always believed in living by example, especially to my son, and for that reason I’ve decided that the best way to honor the memory of my lost pregnancies is to help others. I cannot participate in the March of Dimes March For Babies this year but I have every intention of doing it next year and every year I can. For now, I am just making donations, spreading the word, and showing my support by going purple. And of course, hugging my non-snuggly son almost more than he can tolerate.

To read more about how you can help some of the families who recently lost children, please visit their friends’ sites: baby Emily (in memory of Emily Mandell), A Mom Two Boys (in memory of Maddie Spohr), and Whoorl (in memory of Thalon Myers).