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Saraida De Marchena. CIRILO OLIVARES
arrived punctual to LISTÍN DIARIO to tell his well-kept story. A yellow pants with a white blouse highlighted her elegance, and once the conversation started, the smile that adorned her disappeared as if by magic.
Saraida De Marchena had realized that, although it is always pleasant to see her colleagues, her presence in the newspaper had another nuance: talking about the saddest time of her life, the death of his triplets. “It was something devastating, I did not have enough tears to mourn my three children.” Part of those that did not spill. at that moment, he left them behind. fall when talking about that fact that has marked her for life.
Remember that it was in December of the year 2003 that the his ordeal. 18 and a half years ago. On December 24, some contractions began, which did not have this name. She was a friend to whom he told & gué; that she felt some ‘puyones’ in his belly, and it cleared his stomach. of what it was about. “Those are contractions,” he commented. Calling her gynecologist was the right thing to do and so on. She and her husband, Dr. Luis Alcántara, did it.
Resting and taking the indicated treatment was non-negotiable. But, even though her doctor’s order was kept to the letter, the contractions did not let up. “From the 30th to the 31st of December I did not sleep. nothing, he waited a prudent hour to call the doctor. I held on She kept those pains in silence because she didn’t want to wake Luis up either. I alone was keeping track of the contractions & rdquo ;. His gestures made it clear that talking about this was like transporting oneself back to that moment.
Apparently a urinary tract infection was causing the problem. Once in the Plaza de la Salud, where the doctor was waiting for her, he informed her that a cesarean section had to be performed. Between colleagues, things are better understood, and her husband accepts because she knew it was the right thing to do.
The procedure was successful. That December 31, Sarah Victoria, Yvonne Clarisse and Sebastián Xavier were born. Each had a little over two pounds. The joy was immense, until the first day of January at dawn on the second, already in the year 2004, they received the sad news that Sarah Victoria, who had been most affected by the infection, he had died.
“My husband didn’t want to tell me. They went to look for him around 11:00 and as soon as he got to the room I didn’t let him go. I didn’t even pray for a moment because I knew something was wrong.” On this occasion her tears are contagious, but Saraida does not stop and continues telling this story as sad as it is empowering.
he took out Her strength to also give to her husband, who not only suffered from her own mourning, but also to see her devastated. asked for the high one The family helped her. in funeral preparations to bury her treasure. The tests continued and the forces weakened, although not in this way. the faith in God of a mother clinging to her children. She supported herself by visiting her other two babies.
“I prayed, I kept praying. Lord, protect the two children I have left, please, I beg of you.” Tears continued to flow from her expressive green eyes, which saw very little of their offspring. Without time to recover, on day three Yvonne Clarisse dies. Another hard blow that made her faint. “Back to another funeral. It was something so difficult, but always with faith in Dad. God”. In recounting this part, she adds the peace that came to her knowing that, in her mourning, some nuns from the medical center had baptized her three children at birth.
“I cried hidden, I knelt down and on my knees I implored God not to take my son, to leave him to me. That I wasn’t going to put up with her leaving too. Lord, leave my child with me, please don’t take him away. Not only she cries when giving this testimony of faith and pain. It is heartbreaking to listen to him, and to know that, in 11 days, he lost his life. to her three challenge.
THE HEARTBREAKING GAME OF SEBASTI N
After losing her two daughters, Sarah Victoria and Yvonne Clarisse, Saraida De Marchena went every day to see her little boy at the Plaza de la Salud. “I sang to him, and so on. so small, she caressed him with a finger so as not to mistreat him. I lasted as long as possible. I expressed my milk and they gave it to him with a dropper. I always wanted to be with him”. She was already several days old and for her and for Luis it was like a miracle that she was still alive, although fear remained on the prowl.
By then, it was no service in the house. One Sunday, while I was in the kitchen doing housework, there was a knock on the door and it was her husband who opened it. It was a friend who was carrying the sad news that Sebastián Xavier had also died. “My husband didn’t want to tell me. He understood that I didn’t deserve that. came in to the kitchen and told me & rdquo ;. here pause is necessary. More than pain, she felt rage. She was upset with God.
“Lord, tell me, please tell me what? I have made you I asked you I told you to leave my son with me and you took him too. what? have I done wrong? Tell me”. She lamented angrily. With her claim to the Lord, she too was dying of the faith that had brought her this far. “ to call a priest friend. They told me that he was sleeping, but I was desperate and had him woken up. He waited on me. and she made me see reason. Her words were like a balm that, in the midst of so much pain, he gave me peace. I asked him Forgive God and strength to continue standing. Again he had to face another funeral. Three, in just 11 days. Not to mention that his father had died only five months ago.
The year 2003 marked to Saraida. She puts that fact in context as well. Barely three months after becoming pregnant through in vitro fertilization, her father, Enrique Marchena, fell ill. It was in Miami that they treated him and she could not go there. so as not to put her creatures at risk.
He was aware that they hid the delicate state in which his father was, until one day he found out. of reality. took a flight and she went to see him before she went into the arms of the Lord. found it alive, and she was able to say goodbye. “It was a strong blow, a lot of sadness, but I knew I had to be strong because of the children I was carrying in my womb.” His story reveals that, although almost 19 years have passed, he keeps the memory of his father alive.
A LIGHT ON THE WAY
As she herself tells and testifies: “The power of faith, the support of family and friends is what helps you move forward.” She counted With that support, and two years later, she decides again to be blessed with another pregnancy. She gets into treatment and optimistic, confident that she would make it. “Although on the first occasion I four embryos, and all three of my triplets took hold, this time, she only requested & eacute; I got two and even though the doctors told me it could be more for a higher chance, I was adamant that I only wanted two. God was in control of the situation.” On this occasion his eyes shine with joy because her faith rewarded her.
& ldquo; I am pregnant with Laura, my daughter who is already 15 years old. I cannot explain to you how the Lord has rewarded me with it, which is worth three. She is affectionate, kind, intelligent, noble & hellip; There is no greater blessing than this that God gave me.” This divine grace has been completed with the two children of her husband, Luis Alcántara. “Jamie and Luis José; They are two more children that life gave me, and they have always been there for me. for me and I for them”, he concludes, not without first reiterating that, the power of faith is what keeps a mother standing who has experienced the departure of a child, more in her case, that there were three. < /p>