A small babe, with powerful lungs,
began to cry for seemingly no reason.
Now this little boy wasn't more than a sprout,
at only a few months old, he was much too young
to be sick and cry and pout.
His parents rushed him to the doctor, crying
"Help us, please!" She eased their fears with a smile.
"It is nothing to worry, keep him hydrated," she said sighing.
They treated his cold with such great speed!
Healing up nicely, Miles cooed and played,
but then he began to wheeze with need.
His lungs labored and sounded horrible,
so back to the doctor they went
And she agreed, he sounded deplorable!
With a case of bronchiolitis, Miles was surely in bad shape.
His parents introduced his 'baby bong' and Tylenol,
which tasted like grape.
No rest for the weary,
his parents cried. With four hands and one baby,
it should be easy, in theory.
His cough cleared up and he seemed so cheery,
but what did their eyes behold:
Miles looking red-eyed and teary.
To Urgent Care mama flew,
"Looks like he has pink eye," she stated firmly.
And all mama could do was to softly boo-hoo.
Armed with eye drops they knew they would deplore,
Mom and Dad conquered that medication,
hoping, praying there would be no more.
Miles returned to his happy self,
until one starry Christmas night,
when he began to fuss and ralph.
Mom and Dad pleaded with him, "Not again!"
Was there nothing they could do?
Any way to end this cursed strain?
Once more, they trekked to the doctor's office,
Only to find out there was nothing they could do.
Tylenol, fluids, and rest are the only things that would suffice.
Rocking baby quietly in the corner, after a midnight feeding,
Mama pleads with the sleeping babe,
"Please, please, let us be succeeding!"
Laying the small baby down in his crib for the night,
Mom and Dad look down with tired eyes,
thinking to themselves, please God, let the end be in sight!
