Twenty-six and Twenty-Nine weeks, too early to be born,This is only the beginning of a long rough storm.
Such a tiny baby, almost not even alive
I look at my mother and wonder how she'll survive.
It'll be weeks, maybe even months of waiting,
right now my mothers hope is quickly fading.
I see the pain in her eyes as she stares through my plastic walls,
she wonders if I'll even survive this at all.
How badly I want to tell her she's not to blame for my early birth,
that it was God that sent me to this earth.
He knew my mother's strength, the strong will she had,
to teach her to look to him, when things get really bad.
Right now I have tubes and wires every which way,
My mother at my side, everyday she prays.
The miracle of a child goes sorely misunderstood,
My mother would help me, if only she could.
No reason at all the doctors to give,
all they care now is how long I have to live.
They say it’s a long hard road with lots of bumps along the way,
and to take things as they come day to day.
It's been three weeks since I first saw my mother's face,
she wonders if we'll ever leave this place.
Blood transfusions, infections, surgeries-
not a day goes by without the worries.
Wishing, hoping, pausing to pray,
my mother wonders, "Will my baby make it through the day."
It's now been two months since my tragic birth,
I'm not a pound any more, I'm starting to get some girth.
All I have left is to learn to eat,
even that is such a huge feat
Finally the day comes, I get to go home!
In my mother's arms, I'm no longer alone.
As we enter the front door, my mother drops to her knees,
she thanks the Lord for hearing her pleas.
The strength of a mother is something I can't explain,
but through her love, my life was sustained.
Mother and son finally where they should be,
two miracles together for everyone to see.
The miracle of my life is not something to take of light,
Both my mother and I, put up a hard fight.
We both thank the lord above everyday that goes by,
because he was there always by our side.~
Such a tiny baby, almost not even alive
I look at my mother and wonder how she'll survive.
It'll be weeks, maybe even months of waiting,
right now my mothers hope is quickly fading.
I see the pain in her eyes as she stares through my plastic walls,
she wonders if I'll even survive this at all.
How badly I want to tell her she's not to blame for my early birth,
that it was God that sent me to this earth.
He knew my mother's strength, the strong will she had,
to teach her to look to him, when things get really bad.
Right now I have tubes and wires every which way,
My mother at my side, everyday she prays.
The miracle of a child goes sorely misunderstood,
My mother would help me, if only she could.
No reason at all the doctors to give,
all they care now is how long I have to live.
They say it’s a long hard road with lots of bumps along the way,
and to take things as they come day to day.
It's been three weeks since I first saw my mother's face,
she wonders if we'll ever leave this place.
Blood transfusions, infections, surgeries-
not a day goes by without the worries.
Wishing, hoping, pausing to pray,
my mother wonders, "Will my baby make it through the day."
It's now been two months since my tragic birth,
I'm not a pound any more, I'm starting to get some girth.
All I have left is to learn to eat,
even that is such a huge feat
Finally the day comes, I get to go home!
In my mother's arms, I'm no longer alone.
As we enter the front door, my mother drops to her knees,
she thanks the Lord for hearing her pleas.
The strength of a mother is something I can't explain,
but through her love, my life was sustained.
Mother and son finally where they should be,
two miracles together for everyone to see.
The miracle of my life is not something to take of light,
Both my mother and I, put up a hard fight.
We both thank the lord above everyday that goes by,
because he was there always by our side.~
