Before your open heart surgery,
He tells us about all the things that could go wrong
A big, long list
She warned us that he would do that
But, still…at some point,
I said, I’m not following you anymore,
They, the health professionals in that small, bright, white washed room,
They heard my words…he did too,
He took a little pause…
And, then, he went right on with his list,
And they laughed…
In the ICU, my daughter, connected to tubes and wires
A scratchy cry
Why is she doing that?, I asked
She’s basically stoned, the rough nurse said
Who says things like that, even???
But she said it—she really did say that
The words were out there
In the dim light
in the hush, hush intensity all around
in a split second, without thinking, I chuckle
because what she said
it was so ridiculous
3.5 months old, chest cut open
my CHD survivor,
my precious baby girl.
I need to fight for you,
They want to push you out the door,
But, you’re not ready,
They take off your oxygen,
Your O2 sats drop,
They try to convince me,
They say “it’s just her”,
Or, kids with CF can survive with O2 sats in the 70s,
No, not you, I know you can do it,
Deep in my mother gut,
I know this is not right,
I fight for you,
I say I want her in the 90s,
They don’t think you can do it,
But you proved them wrong.
Your O2 sats, went up to the 90s,
You just needed more time,
Your heart is now healed.
The Lord is with you.
He prepares a table before you,
In the presence of your enemies.
Psalm 23:5 (New King James Version)
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.