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PURPLE BABY PRIDE

Contributed by robert_edgar_burns on Saturday, 10th March 2012 @ 06:38:40 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



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My daughter was close to one year old
And my wife and I had gone to sleep.
Little Amy had a terrible fever,
So between us she laid on top of sheets.

At four a.m. I heard a scream,
Blood-curdling is how I describe.
My baby girl was laying there purple
Also having dead looking rolled back eyes.

I heard my own self screaming,
And felt my horror rising very fast.
We both seemed to be running in circles,
It was time to use my training from the past.

I slapped my wife to get her to focus,
To call an ambulance out to our home.
I listened to the chest of my sweet baby,
No breath or heartbeat my wife said on the phone.

I gently pushed the head back on my baby.
I covered her nose and mouth with my own.
Her lungs were seen inflating oh so slightly.
It was time to go to work in her heart’s zone.

I placed my palm between her breasts and sternum.
I pulled up on my fingers with my other hand.
And gently pumped liked squeezing out toothpaste,
When Amy jumped back to life that was so grand.

Her crying now was better than any music
We’d ever heard before or will again.
Our circle running now was done for praises.
As we do every day since way back then.

My daughter Amy now gave us a grandson.
The apple of her eyes but of ours too.
And she encourages others with her nursing
Like Florence Nightingale once used to do.




Copyright © robert_edgar_burns ... [ 2012-03-10 18:38:40]
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Re: PURPLE BABY PRIDE (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 10th March 2012 @ 07:38:32 PM AEST
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AWESOME !!!!!!


Re: PURPLE BABY PRIDE (User Rating: 1 )
by Robert_Edgar_Burns on Saturday, 10th March 2012 @ 08:00:16 PM AEST
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She had pneumonia and we had already called her
pediatrician earlier. He said just give her a baby
aspirin and keep an eye on her. So we went to
bed and were trying to take turns staying awake.
But the night unfolded like the story says. It was a night
of horror and eventual blessing. Over the years I worked
a number of crib deaths as a Deputy and each time it slapped
me in the face just how close we had come. Love, Rob




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