Teamwork

A couple of recent episodes with Mitch got me thinking about teamwork.

I hear a noise, she starts to panic

He's sick once more, that explains his manic 

I grab a can, Branden grabs a towel

I catch his barf, she pulls his hand from his mouth

I roll him over, she wipes him clean

I catch his fall, when he starts to seize

I turn him to his side, she strokes his hair

She calls 911, I fret the blank stare

She answers the door, I change his shirt

Branden grabs the bucket, EMT's go to work

Four strong men, winch and groan

While the big boy is hauled, out of his home

I ride the ambulance, she drives the car

I give his history, to the EMT so far

I pin him down, she calms his fear

She tries to explain, what he just won't hear

Just another IV, an intermittent BP

Pulse ox, a gown, maybe an EKG

She fills in the doc, I take a short break

She shouts and points, the brown pool he makes

I grab the towels, she holds her nose

Nurse grabs her mask, as the odor grows

I'm not quite done, his hand down the throat

projectile vomit give the floor another coat

I keep on cleaning, she helps but gags

The professionals scatter, leave us the bag

I start to mop, she calls home

We're left to wonder, why we're alone

Finally some drugs, a little too late

She is relieved, I ponder our fate

Six hours later, on our way home

I think of the future, when we're too old

This kid needs a helper, 24/7 care

I pray the right people, will still be there

She tucks him in, I boop his nose

Two minutes later, he seized up and froze 

She starts to cry, I just break down

I wish that forever, we'll be around

It comes to pass, paramedics arrive

twice in one night, their coffers thrive
But he's ok, he cracks a smile
To explain what he gives, would take a while

She finally sleeps, I stare at the dawn

The next day he's fine, like yesterday's gone.