On the day you were born, (Too little, too soon)
I lay in denial, until about noon
On the day you were born, I prayed and I cried
For the baby I needed, to stay safely inside
On the day you were born, four months before due
Your heart rate kept dropping, (Mine kept dropping too)
On the day you were born, I wore a fake smile
(Pretend to be happy, you’re meeting your child)
Nurses, doctors and daddy, looking at me with worry
Almost no time for steroids, you were in such a hurry
On the day you were born, my world came crashing down
There was nothing to do, but deliver you now
In the light room I go, for the C-section scar
Twenty minutes of pulling, and whoop, there you are
So little, so fragile, nothing like the norm
I thought I would lose you, on the day you were born
They whisked you away, Family came to say hi
I spent the whole evening, trying not to cry
But as soon as they left, me alone in my room
I mourned for the baby, I’d failed from the womb
On the day you were born, Mommy just couldn’t cope
I desperately needed, to see signs of hope
For you were a pound, and I wasn’t sure
That good things could come, from blessings premature
I didn’t go meet you, heartbroken and torn
Waited 24 hours, from the day you were born
And then I went walking, Motherhood in suspense
The happiness fleeting, the sorrow intense
Before I went in, I said to the worry
He deserves a proud mommy, no matter how early
I walked to your “incu”, to my delayed joy
Yes you were, really little, but MY little boy
You waved a small hand, calling for me to take it
From that moment on, I knew you would make it
I sat there for hours, committed to see
Just a hint of the miracle, waiting for me
I replaced my new faith with the guilt I had worn
On the beautiful, magical, day you were born
Here we go, on our journey, no time left to doubt
For the first time in your life, I wanted you out
Released from the NICU, and home in your room
Laughing and playing and sleeping till noon
So here goes your mother, whose heartbeat you know
We are in this together, on a journey to grow
My baby, you gave me far better than “norm”
My child, a survivor, from the day you were born
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*joyous tear*; jut beautiful!!!
That should have said tears*…and just beautiful!!! Tears!!!!!! God most certainly blessed you, Kaleena since you are a blessing to so many people!!! Enjoy every bit of your sonshine!!
Beautifully written boo!! You are the most hopeful spirit I know. He is a blessed baby to have you !!
Thank you Lizzy! I appreciate your support darling.
This is beautiful it was so hard for me to hold my tears back because my little boy to was born early three months. Till this day when I tell the story I choke back the tears.
Thank you mom for reading. I cry when I read it. Raw and real emotions! God bless your family!
Awwwwwww that was Beautiful
Beautiful! Took me right back to that day. They are little miracles! I have 4 preemies and they are my life. Thank You for writing this wonderful poem. Finally, something that says how it feels.
Hi Racheal, 4 PREEMIES! How precious!! Thank you for reading and relating. Glad to know I was not the only one!
What a beautiful poem, it certainly brought back the feelings I had when my preemies were born. I loved it!
I am in tears reading your poem. “From that moment on, I knew you would make it…” I had a moment just like that with my little guy…I can so relate to all of your beautiful words. Thank you for sharing!
My wife posted this on her Facebook – in two days our 2.1 pounder will be 20 yrs old. Thank you for the emotions that you were able to verbalize – you brought OUR emotions onto paper as well.
“me alone in my room
I mourned for the baby; I’d failed from the womb” THIS exactly…as soon as I read those words it was like “yes!” This is exactly how I felt the day I couldn’t stop crying at my 1st daughter’s bedside for no reason other than I felt like such a failure…and exactly how I felt sitting in my hospital bed all alone on Christmas after just visiting my 2nd preemie daughter in the NICU…it’s hard not to feel like it’s all your fault, like I failed them right from the start. But it’s amazing when you realize they really are survivors, from the day they were born!
This poem is the first thing I’ve seen that puts into words the feelings I had after my preemies birth. So nice to know, even 12 years later, that I am not the only one to have had those feelings. It sure takes a long time to let that go, too. Thank you for this poem. It is a healing gift. God Bless.
I cried for three days! On the third day while eating and crying, I sucked a piece of rice down my wind pipe. That’s when I found my courage, made the conscience decision to stop crying, and be strong for my micro-preemie.
He was 25-weeker weighing 1lb. 7oz. And we made it! He’s now 6 year old!
I hope you don’t mind but i rearranged it myself to fit my story , thank you for helping me write the words I could not put into words myself , this will forever be treasured.
To little to soon
On the day you were born, (Too little, too soon)
I was still in denial as they look you from my womb,
I seen your little hand through tears in my eyes
I was shaken with fear I would loose my baby I fought so hard for
On the day you were born, I prayed and I cried
For the baby I needed, but I fear you were no longer safe inside
On the day you were born, nearly three months before due
Your heart rate kept dropping due to no fluid inside my contractions were squishing the life from you On the day you were born, I wore a fake smile
(Pretend to be happy, you’re meeting your child)
Nurses, doctors looking at me you were in such a hurry
On the day you were born , daddy didn’t make it in time so grandma sat by our side and gave much comfort to her child, my world came crashing down
There was nothing to do, but deliver you now
In the light room I go, for the C-section scar
Twenty minutes of pulling, and whoop, there you are
So little, so fragile, nothing like the norm
I thought I would lose you, on the day you were born
They whisked you away not even a quick hello or goodbye
, Family came to say hi
I spent the whole evening, trying not to cry
But as soon as they left, me alone in my room
I mourned for the baby; I’d failed from the womb
On the day you were born, Mommy just couldn’t cope
I desperately needed, to see signs of hope till daddy arrived and brought me a photo of you , your eyes open so wide telling me your so brave and strong your eyes told
me as you would be ok .
For you were a just over A pound but so strong and determined
I didn’t go meet you I was in to much pain but I tried my hardest , heartbroken and torn
Waited hours that day you were born
And then I went in my wheelchair , Motherhood in suspense
The happiness fleeting, the sorrow intense
Before I went in, I said to the worry
He deserves a proud mommy, no matter how early
I went to your “incu”, to my delayed joy
Yes you were, really little, but MY little boy (I had to be sure )
You waved a small hand, calling for me to take it
From that moment on, I knew you would make it
I sat there for hours, committed to see
Just a hint of the miracle, waiting for me
I replaced my new faith with the guilt I had worn from loosing my water to soon I was torn because On that beautiful, magical, day you were born.
Here we go, on our journey
,it’s going to be long and hard no doubt but we are waiting for the day they say they are going to Release you from the NICU, and home in your room
Laughing and playing and sleeping till noon
So here goes your mother, whose heartbeat you know
We are in this together, on a journey to grow
My baby, you gave me far better than “norm”
My child, a survivor, from before you were born
So much emotion! I choked back tears while I read this beautiful poem out loud to my husband. I have three little boys, and they were all preemies. Thank you for putting all of these emotions on paper!
Love this! My former 28 weekers are now 14 and these memories are still some of the hardest and the most beautiful of my life. I would love to have a poem like this.
My son was born at 26 weeks and he is my first child. I was so scared to know I was going into labor so early, I delivered him he was 2lbs 13.5 in. He spent 96 days in the nice and each day he was there felt like an eternity..It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to through in my life… I thank God everyday for him. He is healthy and growing so beautifully. He is 19 months old born 14 weeks early but catching up to his actual age. He is funny laughs and is such a joy. He weighs 26 pounds and is 32 in and loving life! We are so blessed!
I Love It! Takes me back to the day I went in labor. It all happened so fast. This poem definitely sums it all up.
I`m happy you got to bring your baby boy home! Sadly,my little boy didn`t because at the time he was born at 6 months into my pregnancy, they didn`t know a lot about premature births, they tried but couldn`t save him.
This just melted me. It hits so close to my heart. My twin boys were born at exactly 24 weeks. Sadly, Ewan passed away at 75 days old. Liam is now a thriving 4 year old and so curious about when he was born, and about his brother. I will save this poem for him.
This was so beautiful made me cry. Exactly how I felt except the survivor part because my preemie son didn’t make it. He passed away 5 and a half months after he was born.
My heart is with all the preemie moms. My youngest son Ethan was born premature and lived his whole life–138 days–in the NICU before he went back to heaven. Had he lived, he would be 19 now. My grief for Ethan also opened me to be more compassionate and dedicated to helping others. I went back to school in my late 40s and am now a doctor of psychology, currently studying for the board exam. I wrote my dissertation on the marriages/relationships of bereaved parent couples following the death of their child. I am always so grateful when preemie moms and dads are able to talk about their experiences. Thanks for this blog and what you are doing. Sending support to all the preemie moms and the bereaved moms like me.
This is my story except the he is a she! My little Grace was born at 24 weeks weighing 1 lb. 5oz. She will be turning 9 next Saturday and is extremely healthy! Can I post this poem on my face book page on the day of her birthday? I have tears in my eyes….
Beautiful poem, exactly how I felt and the what I experienced when my 23 Weeker was born. Thank you for sharing