A baby's first cries, a joyous sound, In a world of wonder newly found. But some are met with a different fate, Where struggles begin at a tender rate.
Congenital pyloric stenosis, it's named, A condition that can leave hearts pained. Where the stomach's passage, small and tight, Brings forth a challenge, a daunting fight.
Food, once nourishing, becomes a foe, Blocked by a barrier, a stubborn shadow. Projectile vomiting, a distressing sign, Dehydration looms, a danger line.
Weight loss follows, a silent thief, While parents watch, with anxious grief. A palpable lump, a telltale clue, Of a condition that must be seen through.
Weeks pass by, and the truth is clear, This hurdle, this challenge, is what we fear. Surgery waits, the necessary choice, To restore the melody of a newborn's voice.
Yet amidst the struggle, hope still gleams, In the love that surrounds, in tender dreams. For though the road may twist and bend, With care and courage, we'll reach the end.
