I wanted to share this personal message
I have not posted this until now, because I wanted my letters and poems to Trevor to be kept private. But after reading them again tonight, I have decided to share them.
Hearing that my baby, who I loved SO much, would have to fight to live was an awful experience. Hearing the prognosis, after survival, was just as bad. I was told so many terrible things that could be wrong with him. It seemed like everyday, the doctors were giving me more bad news, more statistics, more things to worry about. I wrote this one night while watching him sleep. I looked at him and realized that Trevor had proved them all wrong. What "they" said, mattered no more.
They Said...
They said you may not make it,
They said it couldn’t be.
You may not leave the hospital,
May never come home with me.
A baby born this soon,
Is too small to make a sound,
So don’t expect to hear him cry,
Like the healthy babies around.
You showed them from that moment,
That you had other plans,
You came into the world crying,
Kicking, moving your hands.
Then, they said it would be tough,
And they couldn’t have been more right,
But you proved you were strong enough,
And showed how you could fight.
They said your brain was damaged,
You may never talk, or see
But now you babble for hours,
And quickly reach for me.
They said you may not walk,
Or ever learn to crawl,
And I can’t keep from smiling,
As you disprove them all.
They that said it was doubtful,
You would walk away untouched,
But I stayed ever hopeful,
For the child I love so much.
See, Mommy never doubted,
I knew right from the start,
My thoughts were often clouded,
But, I listened with my heart.
I heard a constant voice,
Saying, “It’s not up to them
Hold strong your faith, I have a plan,
And a special one for him.”
Trevor, you are child of God,
A miracle from above,
Sent to prove His mercy,
And the power of His love.
Hearing that my baby, who I loved SO much, would have to fight to live was an awful experience. Hearing the prognosis, after survival, was just as bad. I was told so many terrible things that could be wrong with him. It seemed like everyday, the doctors were giving me more bad news, more statistics, more things to worry about. I wrote this one night while watching him sleep. I looked at him and realized that Trevor had proved them all wrong. What "they" said, mattered no more.
They Said...
They said you may not make it,
They said it couldn’t be.
You may not leave the hospital,
May never come home with me.
A baby born this soon,
Is too small to make a sound,
So don’t expect to hear him cry,
Like the healthy babies around.
You showed them from that moment,
That you had other plans,
You came into the world crying,
Kicking, moving your hands.
Then, they said it would be tough,
And they couldn’t have been more right,
But you proved you were strong enough,
And showed how you could fight.
They said your brain was damaged,
You may never talk, or see
But now you babble for hours,
And quickly reach for me.
They said you may not walk,
Or ever learn to crawl,
And I can’t keep from smiling,
As you disprove them all.
They that said it was doubtful,
You would walk away untouched,
But I stayed ever hopeful,
For the child I love so much.
See, Mommy never doubted,
I knew right from the start,
My thoughts were often clouded,
But, I listened with my heart.
I heard a constant voice,
Saying, “It’s not up to them
Hold strong your faith, I have a plan,
And a special one for him.”
Trevor, you are child of God,
A miracle from above,
Sent to prove His mercy,
And the power of His love.