Today our little girl fights the biggest battle of her life so far. B Bear we love you with all our hearts and more. You daddy is being really strong for so both and you are amazing. This is for your daddy.
A Father’s Heart A man walks through the double doors, His eyes tell quite a story, Although he has grown weary, He still gives God the glory. His child lives within these walls, As many children do, Look high up on the sign, you’ll see That it says…ICU. The nurses nod as he walks in, And sets down all his things, Although he knows what to expect, Somehow it always stings. He bends to kiss his sleeping child His hands stroking soft hair, And everyday the nurse can hear, This tired father’s prayer.
Lord, please watch my child today, And let her know your here, Give her strength so she can fight, And calm her every fear. Wrap your arms around her, The way I wish I could, Remind her just how much she’s loved, Remind her life is good. I feel so very helpless, Not sure what I can do, I cannot even comprehend, The things that she’s been through, Give me strength to fight for her, And help me understand… Help me to accept your will… No matter what the plan. Lord, I know you’ll answer me, And yes, I know you care, Thanks again for hearing, One father’s heartfelt prayer. If someone stopped to ask him, Are things going alright? He’d feel no need to mention, He didn’t sleep all night. If we were given just a glimpse… If we could see in part… What thoughts and hopes are there to find Within this father’s heart? A father’s perspective… My child has a heart defect, Its “my job” to be strong, And tell my wife things will be fine, (And pray that I’m not wrong) And still the bills need to get paid, And things need to be done, And it’s so hard just sitting here, “I want to hold my bear!” I lean down as I watch her breathe, “Keep fighting”, is my plea, “I thought I’d teach you to be brave, “But pet, you have taught me”. I hear the beeping of machines, (They help my child live) I wish that I could take her place, (There’s nothing that I wouldn’t give!) To have the faith and strength I need, To hold back all my tears, To say I know she’ll be okay, Despite all of my fears. I”ll only lose composure, When no one’s here to see, I will be the “strong” one, As I’m supposed to be. A daddy says,” Come to my arms, I’ll chase all those monster’s away”, I cannot change God’s plan for her, But I can hope and pray. A daddy needs to cry sometimes, And God must see right through, That ” tough daddy exterior”, For He’s a daddy too. ~Stephanie Husted POSTED BY Irene AT 4.51am
This is our big day guys. B you were born exactly 11 months to the day we travelled back to Dublin for your OHS. You will be having surgery tomorrow on the day you first arrived at crumlin 11 months ago. God please hold our baby girl in the palm of your hand as you have always done. Give us the strength to hand her over to the surgeons once she is put to sleep as right now in the dark of night waiting for the morning…. I am not sure if I can.