God’s Perfect Creation Thru My Own Eyes
When I was growing up, I would think of motherhood as a wonderful precious gift from God. There were times when I dreamed of getting married and having my own children. In my mind, my children would be perfect in every little way. The thought of me having children made me happy.
I was eighteen years old when my first son was born. The first time I got to hold him in my arms, it was love at first sight. I cannot find the words to described what I felt that morning. I still remember it like it was yesterday or a dream which I cannot wake up from. My husband, mother, and younger brother were patiently waiting to meet the new member of our family.
A little after five thirty a.m. the nurses took him to the nursery. The midwife said everything went well with the delivery and I had a handsome, healthy boy. My family and I had been up all night, my mother and younger brother went home to rest, and my husband lay down next to my bed to get some sleep. Approximately two and a half hours later I was falling asleep. Then I heard a soft knock on my door. The door opened quietly after I said, “Come in.” Standing at the foot of my bed was a doctor I had never met and a nurse.
The look on their faces told me something was wrong. The doctor was speechless as he approached me wanting to speak with me, but I would have to wake my husband up so that he could hear what they were about to tell me. I knew my husband was very exhausted, so I said, “No, I will let him rest and when he wakes up, I will tell him.” For some reason the doctor could not get a hold of himself and tell me. The nurse broke the silence by saying, “Mrs. Gonzalez, we have bad news, but don’t worry the baby is fine.” I waited patiently for them to tell me what was wrong. The doctor started by explaining that at the time of the newborn routine evaluation was completed, eye ointment was applied to...