Last night I fell asleep with my eyes swollen from crying after watching the documentary Alison's baby, of TV Documents issued by TVE 2.
The program discovered the amazing daily life of a British artist, Alison Lapper, a woman with a small and deformed body who was born without arms, along with her son Parys, from pregnancy until the baby turned 9 months.
Abandoned by her boyfriend when she became pregnant, Alison decided to move on despite doubts and fear that the baby would inherit her deficiency. Luckily, Paris was born perfectly healthy, she breastfed her for a good time and continued her work as a painter, like any independent mother. Although life has made it difficult, it is admirable how the instinct and will of this woman allowed her to raise her son naturally.
The incredible thing was to see how, despite Alison's deformity, Parys smiled, played and made her life as normal as any baby. For him, as for all babies, his mother is his maximum reference of love regardless of whether she is small, tall, beautiful, ugly or if both arms are missing. Although, of course, I had help, Alison had just exhausted the day, and it is not for less. What for us is a simple everyday gesture like heating the bottle, changing a diaper or dressing the baby, for Alison it means a whole feat. Well deserved has the sculpture dedicated to her, called "Alison Lapper pregnant", made by the English artist Marc Quinn when he waited for Parys that since mid-September is located in London's Trafalgar Square. I would make him a monument.
What excited me most about the documentary were the swimming lessons (which they attended twice a week), when Parys lay on top of Alison and let herself go, trusting that nothing would happen next to her mother, although there were no arms that hold it.
Before I fell asleep I felt the need to go to hug my daughter who slept peacefully in her crib outside my hurricane of feelings. And I thought: what Alison would give to be able to hug her baby.
