I don’t know her. And until a friend texted me asking if I followed @lifeasaSAHM, I didn’t know about her, either.
That changed very quickly when social media exploded with tweets sharing her story about the hospital she was in due to her water breaking at 18.5 weeks pregnant with twins and how the hospital staff was doing everything in its power to intimidate Diana Stone into inducing labor and assuredly losing her baby boys. Instead, she and her husband chose to stay the course and fight for the babies lives, and with the help of a flood of calls from perfect strangers supporting Diana and her pregnancy, she was given the chance.
It’s a heart-wrenching story.
I went to bed last night and my last thought before falling asleep was about those baby boys who’s mother is fighting to give them a chance at life. I woke up this morning and, as is habit, picked up my iPhone and instantly opened my Twitter app. The first tweet I saw broke my heart and brought tears to my eyes. Her baby boys, Julian Toby and Preston William were born this morning. Their parents held them as they went to be with Jesus.
I don’t know Diana. She may never come across this post nor know the pain in my heart, the longing to change what is, or the sincere hope I have that she and her family will find peace. But it’s all there. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a human being. And I am now crying. For her.
I don’t know Diana. But I know about her. And my heart is broken.