Put me in my cradle! - ¡Acúname!

 Put me in my cradle!

He spread his little arms and plump legs as he laid his face down on the bed. He was smiling. He had just turned three months old.

As I turned to head for the bathroom, a metallic voice said: put me in my cradle!

I turned around quickly and the baby's lips repeated: put me in my cradle!

The horror of him overcame me. I looked at him in disbelief at what was happening. He was still smiling. I was terrified, and an infinite revulsion prevented me from approaching him.

Then, leaning on his little arms, he sat up in bed and a hoarse laugh came from his throat.

Then the baby began to cry uncontrollably and stretched out his arms for me to pick him up. He touched me and I hugged him with all my love.

Nothing like this ever happened after that horrific experience.

¡Acúname!

Extendió sus bracitos y sus rollizas piernas al dejarlo boca abajo en la cama. Sonreía. Acababa de cumplir tres meses.

Cuando me dí la vuelta para dirigirme al baño, una voz metálica dijo: acúname.

Me dí la vuelta rápidamente y los labios del bebé repitieron: acúname.

El espanto se apoderó de mí. Le miré sin dar crédito a lo que estaba ocurriendo. Él seguía sonriendo. Yo estaba aterrada, y una repulsión infinita me impedía acercarme a él.

Entonces, apoyándose en sus bracitos, se sentó en la cama y una ronca carcajada salió de su garganta.

A continuación, el bebé se puso a llorar desconsoladamente y extendía lo brazos para que lo cogiera. Me conmovió y lo abracé con todo mi amor.

Nunca ocurrió nada parecido después de aquella espantosa experiencia