Tu llegada 12 febrero 2007- Your arrival february 12th 2007

Suena a tópico, pero es cierto, fue el día más feliz de nuestra vida. Recuerdo cada minuto. Los nervios antes de verte, la sensación de ver cómo te sacaban entre comentarios tales como "no sale", "mira a ver ahora"... (te empeñaste en estar sentado y por eso tuvieron que sacarte por la tripita de mamá). Poco a poco fueron pasando los dilatados minutos hasta saber de ti. No pude tenerte conmigo al instante, no respirabas. En ningún momento estuve preocupada, supongo que ya los lazos que nos unen me informaban, sin saberlo, de que no pasaría nada. Al ratito noté que me acercaban algo a la cara, no pude apenas verte, pero eras lo más bonito que había visto en mi vida. No hay más que ver la foto: una preciosa emoción, un instante suficiente para saber que ya nada sería lo mismo.

It sounds a cliché but it is true: it was the happiest day of our lives. I remember each minute. The excitement before seeing you, the emotions I felt as the doctors were trying to get you out of my gut as they murmured: "he isn't coming out", "try it now"... (you insisted on staying sit down so they had to take you out of mami's). The endless minutes until you arrived finally passed. I couldn't hold you as you came out, you weren't breathing. I was never worried. I guess the bonds that tied us were informing my unconscious that everything will be alright. Soon afterwards I felt something close to my face, I could hardly see you, but you were by far the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You just have to take a look at the picture: a precious emotion, an instant. Enough to know that nothing will ever be the same.