By the time I was age twenty-five, my husband and I had degrees in hand and college done. I had already been a birthing partner for friends and taken so many classes for my major that covered birth. I felt super confident when we decided that year to start our family. We felt very happy when I got pregnant the first month we started. But our joy was cut short when I lost the baby the following month. It was one of those things that I was told was common and we were healthy so we could resume in three months. We felt the loss and a million questions ran through our minds of why it happened and would we have issues next time.

By the time I was 8 months along everything seemed normal and we were beyond thankful. We felt tremendously blessed and I was looking for a way to pay that forward. I was always taught to exercise Christian charity, so one should give thanks by giving to others.
I had toured my fifth hospital and decided on where I wanted to deliver. During the tour the nurse mentioned they were the only hospital in the area with donor milk. That blew my mind. I didn’t realize you could donate breast milk. I had been donating hair for cancer patients since I was fourteen. So I was very interested in donating milk. I took a lactation class at my hospital and was determined to donate even if I never had an oversupply. Even 100 ounces minimum was enough for me. I prayed a lot about it. And I felt very called by God to make this commitment for other moms and babies out there.
Well our sweet boy came and he was very healthy. He was a very hungry baby and good nurser, and the milk came in six hours after labor. He
By the time baby two arrived I felt like a pro and donated even more because I knew what to do. Each baby the gallons and gallons just increased by the grace of God. I’ve had to make more and more milk depot drop offs because output increases with each baby. I’ve never had to keep track of the amount donated because the coolers I use to transport are overflowing. It makes me so happy and humbled every time I give milk. Milk donation has become so much a part of our daily lives that my older two children will sit and play with our baby as I express and smile at me telling me “that’s milk for all the hungry babies”. My kids have come with me for milk depot drop offs since the beginning. The only thing left to do is buy a second deep freezer for more breast milk. And my biggest hope is that the parents of needy babies out there can rest well at night knowing their baby is getting the milk they need.
