Unlucky Luck, by Kelly Worthington

Junior Worthington

Junior Worthington was born with an atrial septal defect, as well as pulmonary stenosis and valve stenosis. After undergoing complicated open heart surgery when he was very little, he’s now doing well and is a happy, healthy two and a half year old (pictured right).

His mum Kelly wrote this poem about their time in hospital (pictured below), and as a thank you to all the surgeons and hospital staff involved in Junior's treatment. 


The hustle and bustle of hospital life

In your own little bubble with your own stress and strife

Nurses and doctors running around

A glimpse of reality nowhere to be found

The nerves the worries build up inside

You've been waiting for this moment all of your baby's life

Plodding along uncomfortably numb

Preparing for this day you wish never had to come

Which is the worst part? I'm not quite sure

Junior and Kelly Worthington in hospital after surgeryWas it the day you got told and you fell to the floor

Or was it the wait, not knowing what's next

Needing patience of a saint

Wondering what to expect

Watching your baby be put down to sleep, 

Kissing his head, he's not making a peep

You don't want to leave him, your heart sinks inside

Walking away, feels like miles each stride

Crying and praying for this nightmare to end

Wishing to be home with baby on the mend

Is it just bad luck or did I do something wrong

Reading texts on your phone

Good luck, stay strong

Looking out the window the world passing by

If only they knew what's going on here inside

Major operations on babies so small, their hearts the size of a little golf ball

So many tiny babies so poorly around you

Life's so unfair

How did this bad luck find you

Mums and dads like zombies

It's all so surreal

Trying to give each other courage

You know how they feel

Then 7 hours later, the surgeon appears

Feeling sick to your stomach, you can't control your tears

"The operation went well"

Junior Worthington"Your baby's doing fine"

The relief, the happiness at that moment in time

You've never been so thankful to a man you don't know, you just want to hug him and not let him go

These doctors are amazing, these little lives they save

The miracles they perform on an average working day

Then seeing your son covered in wires and tubes, but quietly smiling cos he's stronger than you

He won't remember this

The scars are only physical

Tears of joy run down your face as you thank those angels for this miracle

We are not out the woods yet but we've all come so far

There's a long road ahead

And we'll travel with our scars

Physical or mental

It's all just as sad

But at least I can say these past few days must be the unluckiest luck I've ever had

The poems published in this section are creative writing by Heart Matters readers. They should not be taken as medical information or advice.

It isn’t always easy to express your emotions, but writing poetry can be a way of putting your feelings down on paper which many people find helpful. If you’d like your poem about any aspect of heart disease or caring for someone to appear in this section, email it to [email protected]

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