Hero,
I go into the hospital
to make sure you're growing and strong,
The Doctor says, "This isn't right,
You're 2 centimeters long"
The Doctors tells me calm down, don't cry
You have to be strong,
I don't understand why this is happening
Did I do something wrong?
Only 5 months along and scared to death
What am I to do?
They rush me to another hospital
Why? I have no clue.
They take me in a room
where I will have to stay,
Please let everything be OK
for hours to God I'd pray.
Days turn into weeks as
I lay in the hospital bed,
The time has come, you're ready to go,
The Doctor soon had said.
As I'm in the operating room
Scared to death I lie,
Chances slim, fear all around,
It could be a good or bad day.
I hear you cry a wonderful sound
Eyes opened wide,
They say that you're here, room full of joy,
Thank Heaven that you tried.
I felt like your HERO
But would you be OK?
Questions, concerns, tears and fears,
Would you be here to stay?
They rush you off to the ICU
You're too small to breath on your own,
Doctors amazed, nurses in shock,
If we would have only known.
So much love we gave to you,
So much love you gave us back.
You'd be coming home when you get well,
Your bags we soon would pack.
So fragile and small
Chances were closest to Zero,
You made it through everything
And now you're MY HERO!
Journey Of A Premature Baby Poem
My 5 month old son was a full term but only weighed 4 lbs 11oz. I didn't know if he was going to live. He has club feet and is going for surgery on the 15th, so I know how it feels.
My Hero
Published: October 2007
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