I have read this poem a few times on others blogs and i realized i have never posted it. It really hit me tonight. I think i get in routine of 'normal' life and routine and i start to take Libbi for granted. It's things like this poem that make me slow down and remember how very special she is. She is such a blessing to us, we are so lucky to have her and to have it as easy as we do. I took her to labs again today, Dr. Rose asked me last Monday to take her to get her blood done again, just to be sure everything was looking good and i put it off until today. I am horrible. I like normalcy! She looks so good all the time that it's hard for me to remember she has a bad heart. Maybe i live in denial a little bit? O well, wherever i live, i like it here :)
I changed the poem to say 'she', it normally says 'he'
Thank you to the author, it is a beautiful poem and sums it up perfectly!
What it's like to have a child with CHD
It’s Lasix, aspirin, Captopril...
It’s wondering…Lord what’s your will?…
It’s monitors and oxygen tanks…
It’s a constant reminder…to always give thanks…
It’s feeding tubes(none for Libbi!), calories, needed weight gain…
It’s the drama of eating…and yes it’s insane!
It’s the first time I held her…I’d waited so long...
It’s knowing that I need…to help her grow strong…
It’s making a hospital…home for awhile…
It’s seeing my reward…in every smile.
It’s checking her sats…as the feeding pump’s beeping(again, thankfully none)…
It’s knowing that there… is just no time for sleeping…
It’s caths, x-rays and boo boos to kiss…
It’s normalcy…I sometimes miss…
It’s asking…do her nails look blue?
It’s cringing inside… at what she’s been through.
It’s dozens of call to her pediatrician…
They know me by name…I’m a mom on a mission
It’s winters home bound…and hand sanitizer…
It’s knowing this journey…has made me MUCH wiser.
It’s watching her sleeping…her breathing is steady…
It’s surgery day…and I’ll never be ready.
It’s handing her over…I’m still not prepared…
It’s knowing that her heart… must be repaired…
It’s waiting for news…on that long stressful day…
It’s praying…it’s hoping…that she’ll be okay.
It’s the wonderful friends… with whom I’ve connected…
It’s the bond that we share…it was so unexpected…
It’s that long faded scar… down my child’s small chest…
It’s touching it gently…and knowing we’re SO blessed…
It’s watching her chasing…a small butterfly…
It’s the moment I realized…I’ve stopped asking…why?
It’s the snowflakes that fall…on a cold winter’s day…
They remind me of those…who aren’t with us today...
It’s a brave little girl…it's watching her playin…
Or a special heart bear…or a frog in the rain….
It’s the need to remember…we’re all in this plight….
It’s their lives that remind us… we still need to fight!
It’s in pushing ahead amidst every sorrow…
It is finding the strength to have hope for tomorrow.
-Author Unknown
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