Feature Writer of the Week - Hey Little Fighter Blog

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1. Tell me a little about yourself.

Hey Little Fighter is a blog for special needs parents run by two ordinary moms… with a not so ordinary life! Michelle and Carla are moms to two special little kids. Michelle’s son, Caleb, was 10 weeks premature and has spent a large part of his life hospitalized, undergoing procedures and under surgical care in the nation’s top hospitals. Carla’s daughter, Lyla, was born healthy and beautiful. At 15 months old, she was diagnosed with stage III neuroblastoma. Her treatment was intense and culminated in a critical surgery to remove a tumor wrapped around her spine in Mayo Clinic. Our attitude towards life is what we put forth in our blog, a positive mindset in the face of difficulty.

When did you start blogging and why?

Hey Little Fighter came to be in March of this year. Our inspiration for it was based on our need to create a space for parents who need guidance, support and resources through the difficult journey of the hospital life, no matter the diagnosis.

3. What are some of your favorite sites on the ‘net?

Aside from the positive and uplifting articles we read on Her View From Home, we love reading articles on The Mighty, the Thriving blog at Boston Children’s Hospital’s website and Humans of New York.

4. What does a typical day look like for you?

Both us mamas are stay at home working moms. Carla is expecting her second baby and raising a busy, strong willed and beautiful 3-year-old girl. Michelle is home schooling her 5-year-old tubie. We both spend our days dedicated to watching our children grow, running our home (or having it run us) at doctor’s appointments, and our writing. Oh yeah, we talk to each other on the phone. A lot.

5. What advice do you have for someone who wants to blog or share her/his story?

We believe you have something worth saying. If you believe it too, nothing should stop you. Stories we read online have the impact to change our attitude, turn our day around and help us make the best out of not so good situations. So our advice is, share your story in a way that will help others, radiate a positive attitude. Many people will not only learn something, but grow, all thanks to your view on life.

6. What story are you most proud of?

We are most proud of two pieces we wrote that poured from our hearts. The first is an open letter to our children’s surgeon. It says it all.

The second is a piece written for parents going through a seemingly invisible diagnosis with their child. Our struggle is often left unseen to the world, and special needs parents should know, we are here to help support their journey.

Dear Surgeon – Hey Little Fighter

When Your Child Has An Invisible Diagnosis – Hey Little Fighter

7. How can people follow you?

Website: Hey Little Fighter

Find us on:

Facebook ~ Instagram ~ Pinterest

Hey Little Fighter Blog

Work at home moms to our little fighters. Carla lives in South Carolina with her husband and 3 year old daughter ,a survivor of childhood cancer. Michelle lives in Florida with her husband and son, a heart disease fighting, g-tube wearing 4 year old. We began our journey as best friends years ago and after all life has handed us, we decided to start heylittlefighter.com together. http://www.heylittlefighter.com/ Join us as we share our experiences as mothers of children who battle life threatening diseases without losing our sense of humor and personality. As friends, women and mothers, we'll give you strength and motivation to push on. It's our passion to empower you to be a voice for both yourself and little one.

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