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| Letter from a Baby (Carta de un bebé) Written by Jazmín Sandoval, Chicago, Illinois (born in Mexico) Translated from the Spanish by Karen Dykstra Dear Mommy, How are you? I’m well, thank God. It’s only been a few days since I was created in your belly. The truth is that I cannot explain to you how happy I am to know that you’re going to be my mommy. But there’s something that bothers me. Lately, I’ve realized that there’s something on your mind that won’t let you sleep….but it’s OK, it’ll pass, don’t worry about it. Mommy, 2 ½ months have already gone by and it’s true—I’m so happy with my little hands! Look! I’m already sucking my thumb, everything points to the fact that I will be the happiest baby in the world. Mommy, it’s now been a few months since I was created in you and I’m already beginning to see that my little body is forming. I’m not as beautiful as you, but give me the chance. Wow! I’m happy…. Tell me, what’s happening? Why are you crying? Because whenever you and Daddy see each other, you scream at each other. Don’t you love me anymore? What is it? I’m going to do whatever I can so that you’ll love me. Three months have gone by now and you look so depressed because you were with the doctor. Are you sick? I feel just fine….it’s already day, Mommy. Where are we going? What’s happening, Mommy? Why are you crying? Don’t cry—nothing’s going to happen. Listen, Mommy, don’t go to bed now. It’s way too early. I want to keep playing with my new little hands. Ouch! What is this little tube doing in my house? Gently! Is it a new toy? Listen to that! It hurts....why are they vacuuming my house? Mommy! Wait a minute! That’s my hand! Why are they pulling it? Don’t they know it’s hurting me? Mommy, defend me! Mama, help me! Can’t you see that I’m too little to defend myself? Ouch! My leg! They’re pulling it! Please, tell them to stop....I swear that I’ll be good, that I won’t kick you anymore…. How is it possible that a human being can do this to me? They’ll see when I get big and strong…. Mommy! I can’t do this anymore….I’m leaving. Mommy, Mommy, help me!! Mama, I love you, I love you…. Don’t ever forget this…. Many years have passed now since that day and from here, I see how much you still hurt from that decision you made. Please, don’t cry anymore—remember that I love you very much and that I’m waiting here with open arms and kisses. YOUR BABY.... |
| A Woman's Answer by M.J. Stirna, M.D. There is nothing more profoundly beautiful than life. A woman has a unique privilege to bring life into the world. Those who help in this endeavor are love personified. All that is important to the unborn rests in a mother. What, why and how are the questions posed. Questions yield to peaceful silence. Expectant thoughts turn into dreams. Soothing words of knowing souls guide the expectant to blossoming hope and answers soon become beauty. The shadows of questions remain. The glory of lives return, and joy suffuses beauty because of....A Woman's Answer. |