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Thursday, December 13, 2012

a mother's perspective.



I found this poem by Stephanie Husted on a Facebook community page Prayers for Baby Levi and it gave me chills... each line hit the nail on the head. Congenital Heart Disease could be spelled out with lots of long, hard-to-pronounce medical terms and charts and statistics. But what does it really mean? It means worrying, medications, and doctor visits. It means fear and it means faith. It means holding on to the smallest piece of hope and celebrating every tiny triumph. I had to share this, I hope you enjoy it.

A Mother's Perspective
by Stephanie Husted

You passed me in the shopping mall…
(You read my faded tee)
 You tapped me on the shoulder…
Then asked…”What’s a CHD?” 
I could quote terminology…
There’s stats that I could give…
But I would rather share with you…
A mother’s perspective.

What is it like to have a child with a 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, calories, needed weight gain…
It’s the drama of eating…and yes it’s insane!
It’s the first time I held him…(I’d waited so long)
It’s knowing that I need to help him grow strong…
It’s making a hospital home for awhile…
It’s seeing my reward in every smile.
It’s checking his sats as the feeding pump’s beeping…
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 his nails look blue?
It’s cringing inside at what he’s been through.
It’s dozens of calls to his pediatrician…
(She knows me by name…I’m a mom on a mission)
It’s winters homebound…and hand sanitizer…
It’s knowing this journey has made me much wiser.
It’s watching him sleeping…his breathing is steady…
It’s surgery day and I’ll never be ready.
It’s handing him over…( I’m still not prepared…)
It’s knowing that his heart must be repaired…
It’s waiting for news on that long stressful day…
It’s …praying…it’s hoping…that he’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 blessed…
It’s watching him 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 boy who loved Thomas the train…
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.

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