The transition to motherhood is a funny thing!
This fact, in general, months, years, we want to have a baby, nine months that is waiting impatiently, we're here, reading everything we read on Topic ... How it grows, there, inside our stomach what it perceives or not ... Nine months than we imagine, that prepares its arrival ...
For weeks, that we prepared the bag, bought a bed, small clothes, a stroller, bottles, and all the fuss, short, it's been months since we think of nothing else! More
much else has really matter, you look at his entire life, is projected lifetime, based on this great upheaval ...
There is great love the Father, we can already imagine walking Proudly our baby, giving him food, he's changing diapers, taking him to his first football match, or protecting the bad guy, who one day will remove it ... Everything is already written, codified, and we imagine our lives in perfect scoring of those characters whose They keep their ears for so many years ... since our childhood ... dint of fairy tales, movies and other morons that we, the girls, especially, we love!
And then one day, this baby is for real!
We would urge that, at this moment is being a little lonely at home, to meet after so much emotion and expectation, and the whole opposite happens ...
you are stuck in a clinic, with visits to many people that you love but we do not necessarily want to see, then, immediately in something a bit impersonal and medicalized. It is there, trapped in a single bed, with no place precisely for dad, away from the cozy nest that has been prepared with much care!
So when the first night comes, you feel very lonely ...
We're exhausted, weak, empty this little creature who just arrived, and who deserted our bellies ...
At this point, I have one wish, it takes me in his arms, which is far from this place, and we find ourselves, the three of us live for the happiness which we are entitled!
From that point, logically, the loop of our suffering is complete, we turn to our parents!
Gone are the torments of our childhood, no more gaps, it should now be complete and more fragmented as we were last forever ... But how, when, in the heart of the night, there is one, motherhood, and that it is so far away? "
So we phone for hours ... But the voice does not replace the arms ... And finally, after several hours, it falls so tired, we fell asleep ... but not happy, not filled !
I did not understand not sure what happened, what happened to me!
I should be happy ... Being a mother, it's been months that I waited more than anything ...
But I wanted to be a mother, or start my own family to suffer less?
