Last week our office was buzzing as three Iowa moms sent us their personal stories of how they saved their babies by using Count the Kicks. The first one came, hooray! The second, oh my goodness!
Fourteen years ago, my heart was broken. Our first child, a baby girl we named Grace, was born still on a rainy morning in May. My wife, Kerry and I were thrilled to be expecting. We kept a journal; we played our favorite music and read to her. We were excited, yet naïve that anything bad would happen.
Every day during her third trimester, without fail, Katie counted the kicks of her unborn son.
He was an active baby that was always on the move, until one day Katie noticed that within the normal hour it took to usually get ten kicks, she only got four.