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Created on: May 31, 2010
I almost lost you
when you were a baby
month old to the day
it was all just so crazy
i had brought you in
so many times before
they told me to give tylenol
and just ignore
the problems and fever
that was bothering you so
but I knew in my heart
to my family doctor we must go
he took just one look
and sent us for tests
he would meet us there
to discover the rest
heel pokes and needles
all seemed to hurt
but the spinal tap you got
was by far the worst
listening to you scream
I wished I could take away your pain
not being able to hold you
just drove me insane
I knew it was for the best
I prayed you would live
if it came down to it
my life I would give
for you to survive
and live out your days
my mind was just crazy
like living in a maze
the fluid they took
was hazy almost grey
Meningitis they said
could take you away
the doctor knew the results
so much in advance
he was on the phone
to the air ambulance
when the results had come back
the plane was already there
to take you to Calgary
so your life they could spare
by the time we got there
you already had your meds
sleeping so peacefully
in an incubator bed
I stroked your cheek
and brushed your hair
the drive seemed so long
but we were finally there
three weeks in hospital
I never left your side
slept holding you in my arms
and rocked you when you cried
you survived the worst
with flying colours made it through
beautiful and strong
that is how I see you
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