I walk for preeclampsia because I lived through the fear, the uncertainty, and the life-threatening reality of it—not once, but twice.

In both 2021 and 2024, after giving birth to my children—Noah and Talia—I developed severe postpartum preeclampsia and had to be re-hospitalized. In both cases, I had already been discharged, already holding the belief that the hardest part of the journey was behind me. Instead, I found myself back in the critical care unit of the hospital, separated from my newborns, and forced to face terrifying questions: Would I be okay? Would I make it back home? Would I get to be their mom?

It’s a pain and a fear that no one should have to experience—and yet, so many do - often without warning, without education, and without the support they need to understand what’s happening to them.

I walk to raise awareness.
I walk to push for better education and support for mothers.
I walk to honor the strength it took to survive.
I walk for my children.

I walk for my husband and all partners forced to hold it together and pray for better days, and in my case, be the sole provider for our children until I came home.
And I walk so that one day, there will be a cure.

Until that day comes, I walk so that others won’t have to face preeclampsia alone.

Preeclampsia can be silent, sudden, and severe but today, we are making it heard. With every step, we bring attention to this condition, and we shine a light on the experiences of the many women and families who have been impacted by it.

We honor the lives lost.
We stand beside the survivors.
We lift up the fighters.
We carry hope forward—for ourselves, our children, and for future generations.