There has been a bit of a buzz about the blogging conference held in London by Save the Children.
This fabulous charity has been working with bloggers to raise awareness of its work, and to influence political outcomes to save thousands in the developing world who are doomed to die if the shortage of vital #healthworkers is not solved.
So we were pleased â€“ and honoured – to be tagged by Ruth over on Dorky Mum to take part in a task to spread the word.
First of all, we need you to sign this petition. Itâ€™ll only take a minute, but means so much.
The next thing is a challenge set by Gemma at Hello Itâ€™s Gemma and Michelle at Mummy from the Heart to get all of us bloggers to write 100 words about a health professional thatâ€™s made a difference in our lives.
Our contribution is below. Itâ€™s a reminder of how one person can make such a huge difference when itâ€™s most important. We all need someone like that.
Yet our little dramas are nothing in comparison to the drought in East Africa, where those caring #healthworkers could literally mean the difference between life and death for so many.
But theyâ€™re not there.
Save the Children is hoping to change that. And fellow blogger Christine from Thinly Spread is accompanying the charityâ€™s Liz Scarff to the UN General Assembly in New York, to pressure David Cameron to play his part.
Thirdly, weâ€™ve been asked to pass the baton to other bloggers and ask them to spread the word in this way.
So many have already taken part Â â€“ and you can see their contributions linked up here.
But weâ€™d like to tag the following:
Jane and Neil at KidzOutdoors
Rosalind at Tales from Windmill Fields
The not always logical Mummy Dichotomy
For everyone reading this, please Tweet, Facebook and talk to your friends about what Save the Children are doing. You can find the buzz on Twitter by checking out #healthworkers
100 words for Save The Children
We suffered two miscarriages, five months apart, and our dreams of parenthood looked uncertain. We needed help.
Our GP and local hospital were unsympathetic. The NHS policy is not to test for problems until after three miscarriages.
But how could we create another life, without knowing if my body was going to fight against it?
A work colleague knew staff at a hospital 50 miles away in Glasgow. Sister Anne Byrne was kind. In her, we found the humanity we needed.
Simple blood tests revealed no obvious problems. It gave us confidence to try again. We have two beautiful sons.