Carlito is the child his parents had wanted for years. They had had problems conceiving him, but one day the miracle happened, and, during Ana's pregnancy, her husband Rafael took care of her under medical supervision. She was 40 years old and considered a risky pregnancy.
Ana felt a lot of fear during the nine months that her son was in her womb.
"My love, do you think the baby will be born well? I'm afraid it will come out with defects".
"Don't think that, Ana! it's not good for the baby".
"It's because of my age, I know that the chances of problems are higher. What if it's born blind? Last night, I dreamt that the child had no eyes". And Ana's big green eyes opened in a gesture of terror.
"Please, Ana! you have to control yourself. I'm going to talk to the doctor so he can prescribe you a tranquilizer".
"I don't want to take anything!. It's not good for me or the baby".
"It's okay! I won't tell him. But try to rest. Come, let's sit on the couch".
Ana walked holding her husband's hand; her belly was already heavy. Spreading her swollen legs a little, so as not to lose her balance, she sat down carefully. Rafael sat next to her, a tall man in his fifties, with some gray in his black hair.
"Negative thoughts affect the baby. You have to control them. It's not long now, just two weeks. All the tests that have been done on you and the baby have been normal".
He placed his hand on her belly and spoke to the baby. Everything is going to be all right, my baby. Your mother and I are waiting for you with much love. At that moment he felt the kicks through the pale, pressed skin of Ana's belly.
That night, Ana slept restlessly and woke up screaming. Beads of sweat ran down her forehead.
"No,No,No"
Rafael woke up with a start.
"What's the matter, Ana? Do you have the pains?"
"I was having a nightmare. Our baby, she wasn't crying!"
Rafael hugged her to calm her down.
"It's just a nightmare, my love".
The cesarean section had been scheduled to avoid complications in childbirth. Ana was already prepared for the operating room, and Rafael was by her side, holding her hand. The anesthesia had already taken effect, and she could no longer feel her body, but she could hear everything.
In an hour it was over, and Carlito was taken from his warm and silent place to that cold and illuminated environment. He felt afraid, but he did not cry while the nurse cleaned him or when he was being checked. He kept quiet and didn't open his eyes.
They placed him on his mother's chest, and he felt her warmth and the sound of her heart, and calmed down.
The doctors examined the baby and found no physiological reason that prevented him from opening his eyes or crying. So when Ana recovered from the cesarean section, they were discharged.
Carlito arrived at what would become his home. The doctor assured the parents that his child was well. They had to give him time.
But Ana and Rafael were worried; how would they know when the baby was hungry, sleepy, fussy, or if something hurt?
"It's all my fault, Rafael. My fears were realized in the baby".
Rafael knew he had to help his wife so he could help his baby. And he thought about his mother. She was a very wise woman, who had helped many women in childbirth. She had been a midwife since she was young in the village where she was born. He talked to Ana and she agreed to come.
From the moment Doña Carmen arrived at the house, her healing energy was felt throughout the house. When she held her grandson, he smiled for the first time.
Doña Carmen spoke to Ana.
"Ana, your son still feels your fears, those that you transmitted to him since he was in your womb. That's why he doesn't want to open his eyes, he stays in the dark because he feels safe there and he is not able to cry because he grew up in silence. Your voice was what he listened to. And not only with your voice they communicated, but through emotions, that thread that still keeps them connected".
"And what can I do to help him". Tears streamed down Ana's face and her beautiful green eyes were clouded.
Doña Carmen held her hands to give her strength.
"Let go of your fears, your son is healthy and when you feel safe, speak to him with love, tell him all the good and wonderful things a mother feels for her son. Give him the courage to open his eyes and see your face. The rest will come with patience. You will see".
And just as Doña Carmen had said, after Ana healed her fears, she helped her little son, with her voice and her caresses, and one day while she was breastfeeding him, Carlitos opened his eyes, they were the same color as his mother's and he was forever captivated by that beautiful face that looked at him with the purest love.
El no quiere abrir sus ojos
Carlitos es el niño que sus padres desearon durante años. Habían tenido problemas para concebirlo, pero un día se dio el milagro y, durante el embarazo de Ana, su esposo Rafael la cuidó bajo las indicaciones médicas. Tenía 40 años y se consideraba un embarazo de riesgo.
Ana sintió mucho miedo durante los nueve meses que su hijo estuvo en su vientre.
—¿Mi amor, crees que el niño va a nacer bien? Yo tengo miedo de que salga con defectos.
—¡No pienses eso, Ana!, no le hace bien al bebé.
—Es por mi edad, yo sé que las posibilidades de que tengan problemas, son mayores ¿Y si nace ciego? Anoche soñé que el niño no tenía ojos. —Y los grandes ojos verdes de Ana se abrieron en un gesto de terror.
—¡Por favor Ana!, tienes que controlarte. Voy a hablar con el médico para que te recete un tranquilizante.
—¡No quiero tomar nada! Eso no me hace bien a mí ni al bebé.
—Está bien, no le voy a decir. Pero trata de descansar. Ven, vamos a sentarnos en el sofá.
Ana caminó agarrada de la mano de su esposo; la barriga ya le pesaba mucho. Abriendo un poco las piernas hichadas, para no perder el equilibrio, se sentó con cuidado. Rafael se sentó a su lado, era un hombre alto, de cincuenta años, con algunas canas en su cabellera negra.
—Los pensamientos negativos afectan al bebé. Tienes que controlarlos. Ya falta muy poco, apenas dos semanas. Todos los examenes que te han hecho a tí y al bebé, han sido positivos.
Colocó la mano sobre la barriga y le habló al bebé. Todo va a estar bien, mi niño. Tu madre y yo te esperamos con mucho amor. En ese momento sintió las patadas a través de la piel pálida y prensada de la barriga de Ana.
Esa noche Ana durmió inquieta y se despertó gritando. Gotas de sudor corrían por su frente.
No, No, No.
Rafael se despertó sobresaltado.
—¿Qué te pasa, Ana? ¿Tienes los dolores?
—¡Tenía una pesadilla! Nuestro bebé, no lloraba.
Rafael la abrazó para calmarla.
—Es solo una pesadilla, mi amor.
La cesárea había sido programada para evitar complicaciones en el parto. Ana ya estaba preparada para el quirófano y Rafael estaba a su lado, tomándole la mano. La anestesia ya había hecho su efecto y dejó de sentir su cuerpo, pero escuchaba todo.
En una hora había concluido y Carlitos fue extraído de su lugar cálido y silencioso, a ese ambiente frío e iluminado. Sintió miedo, pero no lloró mientras la enfermera lo limpiaba, ni tampoco cuando lo revisaban. Se mantuvo callado y sin abrir los ojos.
Lo pusieron sobre el pecho de su madre y sintió su calor y el sonido de su corazón y se tranquilizó.
Los médicos examinaron al bebé y no encontraron ninguna razón fisiológica que le impidiera abrir los ojos ni llorar. Asi que cuando Ana se recupero de la cesárea les dieron de alta.
Carlitos llegó a lo que sería su hogar. El médico les aseguró a los padres que el niño estaba bién. Que había que darle tiempo.
Pero Ana y Rafael estaban preocupados, ¿como iban a saber cuando el bebé tuviera hambre, sueño, fastidio, o si algo le dolía?
—Todo es mi culpa, Rafael. Mis miedos se hicieron realidad en el bebé.
Rafael sabía que tenía que ayudar a su esposa para que pudiera ayudar a su bebé. Y pensó en su madre. Era una mujer muy sabia, que había ayudado a muchas mujeres en sus partos. Desde joven era partera en el pueblo donde nació. Habló con Ana y ella estuvo de acuerdo en que viniera.
Desde que Doña Carmen llegó a la casa, su energía sanadora se sintio en toda la casa. Cuando cargó a su nieto, este sonrió por primera vez.
Doña Carmen habló con Ana.
—Ana tu hijo todavía siente tus miedos, los que le trasmitiste desde que estaba en tu vientre. Por eso no quiere abrir los ojos, se mantiene en la oscuridad porque allí se siente seguro. No es capaz de llorar porque en el silencio crecio. Tu voz era lo que escuchaba. Y no solo con tu voz se comunicaban, sino a través de las emociones, ese hilo que aún los mantiene conectados.
—¿Y que puedo hacer para ayudarlo?. —Las lágrimas corrian por el rostro de Ana y sus hernosos ojos verdes estaban nublados.
Doña Carmen, le agarro las manos para trasmitirle fuerza.
—Deja ir tus miedos, tu hijo está sano y cuando te sientas segura, hablale con amor, dile todo lo bueno y maravilloso que una madre siente por su hijo. Dale valor para abrir los ojos y ver tu rostro. Lo demás vendrá con paciencia. Ya lo veraz.
Y tal como había dicho Doña Carmen, después de que Ana sanara sus miedos, ayudó a su pequeño hijo, con su voz y sus caricias. Un día mientras lo amamantaba, Carlitos abrió los ojos, eran del mismo color que los de su madre y se quedo prendado para siempre de ese rostro hermoso que lo miraba con el amor mas puro.
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Thank you so much @theinkwell
You share a beautiful story with us this time. The mother's fears passed on to her baby, followed by a struggle to recover the baby and help him gain confidence in the new world around him. You represent very well the connection between mother and baby with such pure and true love.
Thanks for sharing your story with us.
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Your commentary is beautiful and sums up the message of the story very well.
Greetings friend @rinconpoetico7
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