Little poem.....

Here's a silly little limerick about an experience sometime last night or this morning.  Enjoy!

I sit in the newborn nurs’ry

With my pneumonia baby

An IV in his arm

Now far from worst harm

He sleeps in his bed peacefully

Doc orders ‘wet diapers’ all day.

Feed, feed, feed him! Don’t just play!

I suddenly feel

Warm wetness that’s real

Down my stomach it makes its way

I laugh and I cheer for my boy

A change never brought me such joy

And when I am done

I hear ‘nother one

Clean blanket and diaper destroyed.  

PS We get to go back off the IV fluids because, as one nurse said, "He's peeing like a racehorse!' (Which is exactly what we want.)