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 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…
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 calls to her pediatrician…
(He 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 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 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 in pushing ahead amidst every sorrow…
It is finding the strength to have hope for tomorrow
(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 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…
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 calls to her pediatrician…
(He 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 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 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 in pushing ahead amidst every sorrow…
It is finding the strength to have hope for tomorrow
This is a poem that I've seen on some of the CHD blogs and wanted to share it...