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Over the years since starting my blog I have always had the same dream, to stop anyone feeling as though I did when Elijah was born and admitted to NICU.

To support, comfort, raise awareness and normalize NICU.

I never wanted anyone to go down the same path as I did and if there was something, anything I could do to prevent that, I woul d try my best to do it.

I've tried things that haven't worked out, joined campaigns that fizzled out and still felt there was more to be done.

I think it's taken up until now to realise HOW I can do this. That I can build on my blog and social media skills to truly achieve what I have dreamed of for so long.

We have had two productive and amazing meetings this week regarding The NICU Parent Partnership and given some of the tools to make this happen.

We have also welcomed on board our first volunteer who will be TNPP's Secretary which is very exciting!

We have gone live over on Instagram so please come follow us, tag anyone you think this may be relevent to keep up to date with our updates including the introduction of our new team member!

You can follow us @nicuparentpartnership 

It's the first small step in something that we hope will be a huge help in supporting NICU parents on their jounrey through and after NICU.

If you feel you can help us in anyway please do get in touch at thenicuparentpartnership@gmail.com.
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