‘Twas the night before set changes and all through the home
Every boy slept quite soundly, nary a moan.
The monitors sat on the counter with care,
Anticipating a parent soon would be there.
The children’s fingers were hiding warm under their cheeks
Safely hidden from needles, a welcome retreat.
And I in my robe, and Ryan in his shorts
Had just settled down, for a napper of sorts.
When out in the hall their arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like a flash,
My feet not touching the ground, a hasty worried filled dash.
When what to my blurry sleep deprived eyes should appear,
But one little boy staring at himself in the mirror.
His eyes all glazed over, his face no emotion to show
I knew at that moment my son must be low.
More rapid than reindeer I flew to the kits
Stepping over Legos, being careful not to trip.
Now Lancet, now monitor, now wet napkin too
On cocking the lancet, we have blood drawing to do!
To a finger so callused and speckled with dots
Now dash away, dash away, dash away sad thoughts!
As I checked his blood sugar to make sure all was well
I saw a number that made me swoon and I fell.
And then in a twinkling I saw above me,
My husband holding a juice box, to fix that 43.
He was dressed in his underwear, not a sock on his foot
And his hair was all tousled…he gave me a look.
His eyes bright with love and a crooked smile to match
He looked like a peddler, a cute one at that.
The lines around his eyes so wrinkly and tired
But his face shown of kindness and a hope unretired.
He helped me off the floor and he gave our son juice
I knew in a flash, he got his much needed boost.
I turned to our boy who began to giggle with glee
His pump shook up and down from his tummy clippy.
He was out of it; his jolliness seemed out of place
But I chuckled despite that blank look on his face.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word but went straight back to sleep
His fingers under his pillow, shoved down there deep.
And giving him a kiss just the side of his nose
I went back to my room, cursing the lows.
I set my alarm and gave my husband a squeeze
I whispered to angels, “A little sleep help please?”
But I heard a faint echo ‘ere I closed my eyes tight
“Love you mom and dad…see you later tonight.”
(I must admit I was out in the wee hours of the morning with my husband getting some shopping done. My creativity is a bit hazy right now, so I had to lean on a more clear headed me. Last year I wrote this poem a couple weeks before Christmas...since we are putting up the tree tomorrow, I thought it would be a good one to re post. Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday with their families! Day 25 of National Health Blog Posting Month is officially complete!)