by Leah
I was a chaplain at a children's hospital for a year and cared for a lot of babies and children born with heart defects. I wrote this poem last November, thinking about all those what-ifs as I was preparing to get the ultrasound for Little Bit. I'm posting it here because it echoes a lot of the sentiments Anna had about labor and delivery: all of the fear and anxiety of the unknown and how we deal with those feelings, since they'll probably be around as long as we're parents!
When something is unbearably painful for me or others, I ask Jesus to show up and be present because ostensibly Jesus has been through that same pain; likewise, bringing into the room the spirit of those who had faced the worst re: ultrasound results helped me on this.
I was a chaplain at a children's hospital for a year and cared for a lot of babies and children born with heart defects. I wrote this poem last November, thinking about all those what-ifs as I was preparing to get the ultrasound for Little Bit. I'm posting it here because it echoes a lot of the sentiments Anna had about labor and delivery: all of the fear and anxiety of the unknown and how we deal with those feelings, since they'll probably be around as long as we're parents!
When something is unbearably painful for me or others, I ask Jesus to show up and be present because ostensibly Jesus has been through that same pain; likewise, bringing into the room the spirit of those who had faced the worst re: ultrasound results helped me on this.