All of these poems where found online. I did not write any of them..
A HEART MOTHER
A HEART MOTHER
One day my world came crashing down,I'll never be the same.They told me that my child was sick.I thought, "am I to blame"? I don't think I can handle this. I am really not that strong. It seemed my heart was breaking. I have loved her for so long. I will not give up on this child. I will listen to your advice. I will give my child any chance. No matter what the price. I will learn all that I need to help my child thrive. I'll even use that feeding tube. My child must survive! Will she need a lot of therapy? Will she gain the needed weight? Please God, help me do this. I will accept our fate. When the monitors beep at night, it serves as my reminder. How many parents would love that sound. Tomorrow I will be kinder. As another Angel earns his wings, I run to my child's bed. I watch her sleep for quite a while. I bend down and kiss her head. I cry for the parents whose hearts have been broken. I look to You wondering why? Oh Lord, I just can't know your ways....no matter how I try. And yet, I trust you hold her life, and guide us through each day. My mind says savor each moment she's here, but my heart begs, "PLEASE let her stay"! From pacing the surgical waiting room, to sitting by her bed. From wishing for a good nights sleep, to learning every med. From wondering, "will she be alright?", to watching him reach out her hands. With every smile my heart just melts, despite life's harsh demands. For all who see that faded line. I look to them and smile. You see my child is loved so much. I would face ANY trial. That scar I trace with my finger (It's the door to her beautiful heart). God must have known how much I'd love her (Just as He loved her from the start). A heart mom is always a heart mom. Now wise beyond her years. For those who have angels in heaven, Our hearts share in all of your tears. Every day I will try and remember, I was chosen for her (and no other). I will always embrace that beautiful day....... When I became a "Heart Mother". Author unknown
What is a CHD???
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 normalacy 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 call to his pediatrician She knows me by name, I'm a mom on a mission. It's winter's 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 loves 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. And no, we'll never be the same. It's changed our family, This is what we face each day. This is...a CHD. **Written by Stephanie Husted (fellow heart mom)