The pediatrician said there were only two possible explanations for her tiny size. "Either," he said, "it's bad seed," "or it's bad soil." And I wasn't so tired from labor to lose the thread of his logic: my newborn, according to the doctor, was a bad plant.
El pediatra dijo que había solo dos explicaciones posibles para su diminuto tamaño. "O es mala la semilla", dijo, "o es mala la tierra". No estaba tan agotada por el parto como para no entender su lógica: mi recién nacida, según el doctor, era una mala planta.