If the chat on Twitter was anything to go by, half the blogging community was in London yesterday for the Save the Children blogging conference. I couldn’t make it this time (maybe next year!), but have been reading numerous accounts of the conference from people like Michelle at Mummy from the Heart, and Susanne at Ghostwriter Mummy.
Their posts explain, far more eloquently and knowledgably than I can, how Save the Children is working with bloggers not just to raise the profile of their campaigns, but to try and influence political outcomes and in turn save the 8 million children who die unnecessarily every year.
There are a couple of very simple things they are asking us – me and you – to do.
The first is to sign this petition, calling for more health workers. It currently has 40,000 signatures, and Save the Children would like 20,000 more by Tuesday, when world leaders will gather at the UN.
The second, a challenge set by @michelletwinmum and @HelloItsGemma, is to see 100 posts of 100 words each linked up on Michelle’s blog by Tuesday. If 100 bloggers each write a post about this and encourage more signatures that could make a massive dent in the 20,000-signature shortfall that we sit with right now! Write your 100 words about a great health professional you have encountered in your life. Add a link to the petition and either link or add in some information from Save the Children about the #Healthworkers campaign
The third is to link to a number of other bloggers/ vloggers and ask them to do the same. The people I’d like to see do this are:
Becky at Some, Some and Some
Donna at Mummy Central
Zoe at Mental Political Parent (who may have more than 100 words to say about health workers…)
Anna at Dummy Mummy
Jo at Bear Paw and Bear Paw
And finally, tweet about this, facebook mention it, talk to your Mum about it on the phone… whatever you can do to spread this to just a few more people, please do it. Thanks so much.
My 100 Words
When I was a bag of nerves during pregnancy – fretting about everything from what I should (and shouldn’t!) be eating, whether my baby’s heart should be beating that quickly, and how on earth I was going to give birth to something so big – there was no more reassuring presence in my life than Catriona, the scatty but solid Irish midwife. I hoped that she’d be the one to attend my home birth – in the end it didn’t work out that way– but I will never forget her kindness, honesty, and ability to put an anxious expectant mother completely at ease.