Thursday, October 25, 2007

My baby and me - a poem dedicated to a reflux baby

I came across this poem when I first had Cooper thinking that it would be true. It rang true at first, because I thought it would not be long before he would be settled and all the 3am wakings would be finished. Well I have spent every night for 13 months soothing him through his reflux. But I still love this poem.

My Baby Boy and Me

Its 3 am they're all asleep
And no one's here to see
As we rock slowly back and forth My Baby Boy and Me.
His little head is feather light tucked up against my chin
I hold his tiny hand in mine
and stroke his baby skin.
The house about us creaks and groans
the clock hands creep around.
He snuggles closer to me still
and makes his baby sounds.
I love these quiet hours so much
and cherish every one
store memories up inside my heart
for lonely nights to come.
All too soon he'll be grown up
his need for Mama gone
but until then I still have time
for kisses and for song.
Time for quiet hours like this
with him cuddled in my arms
where I wish he'd always stay
protected safe and warm.
And yet I know the day will come
when this tiny little hand
will be much bigger than my own
he'll grow to be a man.
But until then he's mine to love
with no one here to see
as we rock slowly back and forth
my baby boy and me. ~ Jane Triplett ~

1 comment:

Mitzie said...

I found you sight because we now believe my almost 7 year old daughter has malabsorption. I looked back in your posts to see how it all began, and honestly, I have not gotten that far. What I know is the baby boy you discribe is a mirror image of my daughter as an infant. I look forward to hearing more of what you have to say. Thank you!