Una Oda a mi Futuro Hijo...
I remember when my Ob-Gyne told me that I am left with a polycystic right ovary (that means I am not producing mature eggs) and if I want to have a baby, I should be pregnant within a year from the time of my surgery (July 2014). It made me lose hope of being a mother at some point, I just prayed to have one, even just one. I remember the moment when I used a breathing device to receive oxygen and to stabilize my high blood pressure after having an altitude sickness, while your Daddy and I were in El Tatio Geysers Field in San Pedro de Atacama. Little did I know, it will be the start of our new journey together. I remember the time when the toilet bowl became my bestfriend everytime I vomit every after 30 minutes (or sometimes less), 24 hours a day, for three weeks straight. Sleepless nights, no food intake, homesickness, extreme nausea - these are a few I need to endure during those times. I saw the horror in your Daddy's face and I know he was as scared as I am. I even rememb...