Dear Doctor

Dear Medical Professional,

You will ask about his medical history,
And I will repeat the story I have told 100 times or more,
The details fine tuned to the essentials I know you need:
He was born full term,
He has a 7 year old brother who is fit and well,
He is allergic to penicillin. 

You will ask me what happened,
And I will answer:
He is 6 years old.
He wasn't breathing for 7 minutes.
I gave him mouth to mouth.

I will hand over a careful typed piece of A4 paper.
It will tell you his hospital number,
The things he is allergic to,
A list of medications and doses.
You will take it and smile.
You'll tell me I make your job easier.

I will stand calm,
And in control.  You see my demeanour,
my hospital bags packed and ready,
And you say,
You've done this before.
I'll nod and say many times.

But remember this; That 6 year old is my baby.

That boy with the oxygen,
And the wires,
And the tubes,
Is my son.

I watched him turn blue. The first time,
The fifth time,
The hundred and fifty fifth time...
It was still …

I know different ...


I found this beautiful poem on another page. Thought it was lovely and wanted t share it with you. Haven't managed to find the original anywhere but apparently it's by someone called Tricia Proefrock...


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Dear Mommy, 

I have felt your tears, falling on my face. 
Someone else might think they are tears of sadness, because of what I can't do. 

I KNOW DIFFERENT.

I know those tears pour from your heart out of gratitude for me, because of what I CAN do: I can love everyone in the purest form possible. Unconditionally. I can be judged, but will never judge in return. 
I know different because I feel, in your hugs and kisses, that I'm perfect just the way I am. 


I have seen you hang your head down in shame, when we go out on adventures. 
Someone else might think you are ashamed of having a child like me. 

I KNOW DIFFERENT. 

I know you are ashamed of the grown-ups who ignore me, yet talk happily to all the other children. The grown-ups who won't look you in the eye, but stare at me, when they think you don't see. I know different because I've seen the many, many more times you have raised your head up high, with pride, because I'm yours. : ) 


I have heard you whispering desperate prayers at night. Someone else might think you are asking God to make me a typical kid. 

I KNOW DIFFERENT.

I know you are thanking Him that I got to be here, with you, for another day- exactly how I am. I know different because I have heard you ask me never to leave you. And I have heard you cheer for me, every single day of my life- you tell me I don't need to be typical to be amazing, I just need to be here. 


I know you have a big job, taking care of me. 
I know your body hurts, because I'm getting so big. 
I know that more than anything, you want to hear me say your name. 
And I know you worry that you aren't good enough, and that you will fail me. 

BUT I KNOW DIFFERENT MOMMY.....
I know that even on your worst days, you will always be enough for me, and I will always love you more than you know.