Lesson Learned

As I sat around watching drops of medication coming down the IV line, I can’t help but to wonder what is the lesson through all this. Should I have gone to the hospital sooner? Why didn’t I realize I was sick? Maybe we could have left for our trip already had I started treatment earlier. On the other hand, that could have meant a hospital stay when Owen was even younger, when my milk was just coming in, when my supply was just ramping up, when we were just establishing our bond. Would it have permanently impacted breastfeeding? I don’t know the answer to these questions nor should I speculate. Humans have been rationalizing their choices ever since they were able to stand on two legs and rub two sticks together.

After Owen was born, I was constantly dealing with pain in one place or another, followed by on and off fevers. Yet, I had no idea I was sick. I had no idea what to expect for recovery from c section and birth. I simply thought everyone had it rough like that. Besides, being young and healthy meant my body can take a hell of an abuse. It is used to push through things it probably shouldn’t. Fortunately in this case, I got medical attention in the neck of time. I wouldn’t have waited had I known how sick I was. What is important is to cherish and protect our health the best we can and get help when we need it. My mom always said, without our health, there is nothing else we can accomplish.

For now, I stay home and learn songs for Owen. The one I have always liked from an Putomayo CD I heard long ago is “Arriba del cielo” or “Tamales for St. Peter” in English. I sing it to Owen over and over again when I try to get him to sleep. It goes like this:

Arriba del cielo hicieron tamales
Arriba del cielo hicieron tamales
Lo supo San Pedro y mandó a traer los reales
Lo supo San Pedro y mandó a traer los reales
A la rorrun niño a la rorron cha
Duermete niñito de mi corazón
Duermete niñito de mi corazón

Duermete niñito que tengo que hacer
Duermete niñito que tengo que hacer
Lavar tus pañales, y ponerme a coser
Lavar tus pañales, y ponerme a coser

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