New Eyes

Esta reflexión está basada en algo que escribí hace ya varios años en inglés. Llevo años tratando de adaptarla. Hela aquí más o menos. This short essay is an adaptation of something I wrote years ago under the title "Name." You can read the original piece here:  https://perlapaulmorley.blogspot.com/2013/02/name.html Ver el nombre de mi hijo en la pantalla del aparato de ultrasonido me hizo recordar que en un principio pensé que Arturo no era un buen nombre para él. Aún recuerdo dónde estaba: sola en el pasillo de arriba, Biblia en mano, hojeando la concordancia para ver si hallaba un nombre que me diera aliento, que me recordara que Dios estaba con nosotros... pero ¿ Arturo ? ¿ Cómo iba llamar Arturo a mi segundo hijo? Arturo es el nombre de uno de mis hermanos. Arturo es alto y apuesto, inteligente e intenso... digno de su nombre. Mi hijo iba a nacer muy probablemente con un trastorno cromosómico que afectaría tanto su físico como su inteligencia. Tendría retraso m

"That is a very positive attitude" said the home care pharmacist almost congratulating me. Had this woman been in front of me, she would have seen me holding back the tears. "We'll have to make the best of it" had been my reply to her question about whether adding two more hours of TPN a day would create a problem for us. She knew that at 18 hours a day we would have to disconnect Caleb's central line sometime in the middle of the night. We will indeed have to make the best of it. There is a story about Piglet inviting his friends for a snack of haycorn muffins. With so much work ahead of him, he opens his cookbook, flips through the pages, and carefully reads the list of ingredients. But, alas, when he checks his cupboard there is "No flour, no honey, and worst of all, no haycorns!" With a basket over his arm, Piglet sets out to gather what he needs. As he finishes filling his basket with haycorns, along comes Tigger and bounces all the