The next day the midwife returned to check on Rosalind. “Hola, Carolina,” Rosalind greeted her. Once Dr. Anzaldúa had returned to Barcelona, the two women had developed a much more casual relationship.
“Hola, Rosalinda,” the midwife replied. “How are you today?”
“I feel very good,” Rosalind replied. “I haven’t needed any medicine in a long time.”
“Do you still have pain?” Carolina asked.
“Only a little.”
“Fatigue?”
“Oh, yes. I’ve had such trouble sleeping.”
“That’s common with a new baby,” Carolina informed her.
The young mother had passed a restless night, troubled not so much by a hungry baby as by her burning desire for her husband. Even now the sunlight streaming through the wide-open bedroom window can’t hold a tenth the heat, she thought, smiling at the sound of birds chirpin
