To Be, Or Not To Be 'Harry'

As I drove in this morning at 4:45am to the NICU, I took a moment to enjoy the rising sun. Maybe I knew that something was wrong. Maybe I knew that things would take a turn, and that suddenly not only Sydney, but also Charlotte want to call Harrison, 'Harry'. That all seemed to fall by the wayside today at 2pm when blood appeared in the stool yet again. 'Derailed'. More tests. More IVs. The 'Waiting Game' begins.

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The concrete turns, a journey of light and dark,
The twists, the turns, traffic never seemed so stark;
The flash of colors, fate drew the car toward Mexico's border,
The horns, the malls, life no longer had order.

The heat, the cold, will they find their way?
The doctors, the phones, families wondering if they will be okay;
The buildings, the beeping, tied together by their spirit, love, and heart,
May the sun rise tomorrow and draw families together that are currently apart.