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YOUR DREAMS AND FEARS
"It really does not matter if I have a baby boy or a
girl;
all I want is my baby to be healthy...
Will my baby have dad’s blue eyes and my hair? Guess...
Yet, beauty is not all that counts, after all.
Look at my little nephew! A little ugly and yet very
nice!
And this other baby? He wasn’t yet ten month old and
walked already.
Will mine be doing the same?"
Months that fleet, and your fears grow bigger.
"Come on, Forget it! I can protect my baby; I can feel
him moving inside of me!
Listen to this little song, how do you like it?
Will you like me? Will I be able to look after you well
enough?"
You suddenly understand that something went wrong.
Your doctor’s gloomy face speaks for itself. Why is he
so shilly-shally?
His words keep thundering in your head: "Madam, one must
be strong with these babies.."
"What do you mean ‘these babies’?
Why is it that my baby is different from the others?
Why is it that my baby does not eat, smile or look at
me; maybe he can’t see me... Will my baby ever be able to
walk, or will my baby end up on a wheel-chair?
It is going to be tougher, it will take more time, but
my baby will make it!
No way! My baby will be handicapped forever! What will
our lives be like now? And, what about my job?.... And
what about granpa and grandma, now? Who has the guts of
telling them the truth? And what about me, and you, and
the plans we made together?
What if my baby dies? I want my baby to be like the
others. I am sure, there must be a drug for it!
Come on, we shall train together; I shall help you, and
you’ll be normal!
Why is it that you frighten me? Why don’t you smile?
An yet, I remember you used to laugh and move... when you
were inside me." |
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