Soon after learning of my son, Cohen’s, heartbreaking diagnosis, I began to hear of the name Kila and her organization: I Will Carry You. At first, I will admit I was weary. How could anyone or anything make this horrible thing okay? My baby was going die. Nothing or no one could change that.
The specialists made sure to make me aware of each week I saw them. Eventually, I decided I needed to meet with Kila. I’ll never forget our first meeting. I instantly felt so comfortable with her. She was warm, loving, compassionate, non-judgmental, and incredibly knowledgeable. We told our stories of our sweet babies. We laughed. We cried, and she gave me hope. Hope that my family and myself would somehow be okay in the end. Kila validated every overwhelming emotion and feeling I had. I finally had someone. Someone who understood, and someone I could relate to.
My favorite memory I have of Kila is the day I had (delivered) Cohen. I watched her hold and look at my lifeless baby’s body with such love and grace. I could tell she already knew how precious and fragile life truly was. We both knew this unnatural thing wasn’t what motherhood was suppose to be like, but yet, there we were, together. He was my angel and she treated him (Cohen) like her own. Kila has given me such strength since our first meeting. She has taught me to turn my pain into purpose. Kila is one of the most genuine and kind-hearted people I’ve ever known. Even though it was our tragedies that brought us together, I still feel blessed to have had her as my doula and to be apart of my families journey.
— Hannah D.