Dear Fran:
last few days I have wanted to write. Is that I've remembered quite often the day you were born, and as the weather sometimes delete some details, I decided to translate the images in this letter, so that someday in some distant future, you can read these lines and how I experienced everything that happened this beautiful day, for over two years.
last night, perhaps anticipating that soon we to have too much work and little time, your dad and I wanted to relax a little and go out to eat. We went to a restaurant that is in Providence, called Cap Ducal, where we ate a delicious fish and take advantage of chat, share our thoughts, our desires and longings to see and challenge that we decided to deal with when we decided to look for you. At that point, the desire to meet were as big as his belly he held with pride. Without doubt one of the periods in which I have been more happy was during the nine months that I had inside of me ... although I must admit that in the end, it was a bit hard waiting so long.
Day you chose to arrive was a Saturday. With your dad had gone to weekly monitoring of pregnancy during the morning and the doctor said my pressure was a little high, so just wait a week for delivery, otherwise it would have to induce. 38-week accompanied on my belly and the latest "pictures" that we had with you, showing a sanitary and baby huddled comfortably.
Later, we went to my parents' house for lunch. We had planned to watch a horse race passed by cable, where a Chilean rider (Santos) had a chance to win, for the first time, the Triple Corona, United States.
lunch
not remember much, but it must have been busy as usual. Your grandparents' house is constantly full of people: friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, cousins, uncles ... and we are not very quiet. It's like the Pink Floyd song, I think is called The Family, and she speaks of a family meal in which "all speak at once and then fight for a month, but when things go wrong at your side always ". You came into a family that is just so simple, loving, warm, concerned ...
After lunch, I lay a while with your dad, on the part of your Aunt Marcela, while waiting to begin the race. I fell asleep for a while, but I woke up suddenly when I felt a liquid in my legs ... the bag was broken. I called my doctor and he quickly sent to the clinic. Your aunt Anita had to go to our house to get the suitcase, we warn your other grandparents living in the Andes and I left my parents' house with shouts of joy and nerves for what was coming.
Once we got to the clinic, the midwife confirmed that it was time and began to call the medical team. At that time I was a little nervous, and I listened the midwife as she called the second surgeon in the arsenalera, anesthesiologist and pediatrician, and he found it hard to find, since many of those who had walked out on his list of Chile Santiago or outside or in another birth, so that for some time I thought things were going to be a little difficult. Luckily, soon dissipated all these fears, because at some point she confirmed that it had all the equipment ready.
took me to the room and three nurses showed me and I prepared for delivery, it would be cesarean, while your dad was worried about filling the roles of the clinic.
After a while, I carried the flag and then I met all the medical team. I was a little scared because I knew if I had been told Philip that I was already in the flag and needed someone known about me. Dr. Remenik me time and again said everything was fine and was going to be rather fast, because I had lost a lot of liquid. Suddenly became your father and grandmother Nany, she wanted to be present in your birth. Soon they entered, the doctor said your dad was coming and he got up to look at how your little head appeared, followed by your little body. I could not see anything and went with you Felipe while I cleaned, then I picked her up and pulled your face to mine. Were crying, but for a moment, when you hear my voice, left to mourn and soothes you. That moment was amazing. I had read in magazines many testimonies of how their mothers have smaller babies at birth, left to mourn when they hear the voice of mom, but living is a unique experience.
You took my hand, but you were accompanied by your daddy, and I stayed with Grandma. It was pretty good to be with her, because I did everything after eternal.
were born at 8:17 am PM on Saturday, June 7, 2003, and returned to the room around 9. Was the whole family, just missing you. I was told that once would bring you stabilize your temperature. I just wanted to talk and tell what he had experienced, but the doctor would not let me, I said it was good to talk. Of course I did not listen, could not shut up everything I felt.
eternal is awaiting me and suddenly showed up in those cribs with wheels, with the clothes we had prepared for you and with the face full of peace. Had finally come to change our lives.
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