A poem for NICU babies.

A poem I wanted to share that I wrote while working in the NICU. From my perspective as a nurse.

It truly has been a blessing to be able to witness God’s Mighty power. Nonetheless these babies are protected and loved. They are little miracles and resilient little fighters even before their life began.

God’s Mighty miracles❤️

Growth thats what I’m expected to do.

I try my best, just like you.

Many bright lights, many faces, many sounds.

I look with little eyes, I see them all around.

I’m tucked away neatly, in a clear plastic box.

I sleep and I wake sometimes it’s a shock.

This will be my home for the next days, weeks, even months.

Days I hear voices, feel movements, hear pumps.

I long for the days to be near you again.

Your smell, your touch, the safety begins.

Tucked away with blankets and rolls to protect me from harm.

There’s also wires and tubes that often sets off alarms.

As I sleep and eat my way to great strength.

I find that I grow in ounces and lengths.

I wake up, repeat, and fight everyday.

My parents and caregivers I know that they pray.

Each day is a new adventure, a gift to be alive.

Every moment, each encounter, a battle to thrive.

Slowly but surely, I look forward with gains.

That is my daily goal, I try to attain.

My cries are a little bit louder, more rowdy, and intentional.

My movements are stronger, more purposeful, with potential.

My personality grows and I develop many likes.

There are also prickly things, that are painful, I also dislike.

The milk I drink is like golden treasure.

It requires the nurses to carefully measure.

Through all of my interventions, I am resilient and strong

My parents and family worry that something is wrong.

The nurses they bathe me and cover with love.

Each task completed, God watches above.

Some days I have visitors, one, two, even more.

Waiting on that sweet day I can be out that door.

They are cheering me on each season that passes.

But some days can feel like slow-moving molasses.

As I squirm and I kick much beeping begins.

As they rush to the bedside to soothe me again.

Every picture is a moment of progress of mine.

My journey is still being written, I’ll be better in time.

For I know the plans that I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.

Jeremiah 29:11

If it is in your heart I sincerely ask that you pray for these babies, for their healing, growth, and strength. That God covers them and their families with peace and love. They are truly miracles from God.

God Bless you ❤️