Numbers that Count

The Writer’s Digest is hosting its annual Poem a Day (PAD) Chapbook Challenge. Day Twelve’s prompt is “a number poem.” Saturday is World Diabetes Day. A child’s T1D diagnosis is punch of reality into solar plexus of parenting. T1D begins a ubiquitous counting into one’s life.

This is an adaptation of a homily I gave on Christmas Eve which is found in my book of Christmas stories titled, The Night is O’er.

3,
 the number of days it takes for what I believe
 To be true, to be confirmed.
 45 
 minutes from when my wife
 picked our daughter up at school till
 she called from the doctor’s office with the results of 
 2
 tests which confirmed the diagnosis that our youngest,
 1 of 3 
 lovely children had what 
 39 
 other children in the U.S. would be diagnosed with on that day.
 

 11 
 miles or 
 20 
 minutes from our house to the Baptist Hospital's 
 Emergency Room. It is
 9 
 floors up Ardmore Tower to room 
 810 
 at Brenner Children's Hospital where we will stay for the next
 3 
 days.
 

 On the evening of the 
 2nd 
 day I am nervous, as I prepare to administer my daughter's
 4th 
 injection -- her 
 1st 
 full day of injections for the rest of her days, 
 and she is nervous.
 She is nervous because in her mind 
 it still counts as a shot. 
 I am nervous because I count it the same, 
 and this is my 
 1st 
 time giving 
 1.