The NICU Parent Partnership Launch Campaign

We had an idea, and it was a fairly small and simple idea to help NICU parents during and after their NICU journey.
To have one dedicated, honest and accessible space that parents, siblings, grandparents, family and friends can find honest and accessible materials and everything they need created by those who have been through it, well as having peer to peer support for NICU parents by NICU parents.
This was our seed, we knew what we wanted to do but didn't know how to do it.
We had two amazing meetings last week with two amazing ladies who are helping us with the tools to launch TNPP.
@samjames_themumcoach will be creating and implenting our peer to peer training program and the lovely Sarah @wildflowerdgtl will be helping us get up and running online and the logistics to implement everything we want.
We cannot thank these ladies enough for dedicating their time, support and most importantly for believing in us and helping us achieve our goal.
Our @gofundme page is now live please find the link below of course we would appreciate if you can donate in any way but also a quick share on social media, a quick mention in your stories or if you want to get involved please do get in touch.
We've been blown away from everyone's support so far and we believe that it has reconfirmed to us that this is so needed and we can't wait to launch this!

https://www.gofundme.com/the-nicu-parent-partnership-launch

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