(and I hate the coach of the fridge)
Yes, yes. Now give me the mother's selfish or insensitive or whatever.
The first day is a tragedy for you and for him. Do you feel tossed around, like you've been abducted your child, torn from her arms, even as if they had ripped my arm to you, you have all the guilt of the world etc..
The entire first week is tough. Besides the baby reacts to the posting starting to want to spend any time stuck to your legs (not figuratively, really) and making new terrible tantrums. You always feel some guilt, you wonder if this is the right choice, if you could even martyred a few months without help from anyone for the nano spupazzarti solo. And the moment of parting is always difficult because he will not stick to the neck, but you're too tired for yet another sleepless night that a couple of hours for you (and to render the human house to tell the truth) are a godsend.
Then go get it, come and see him play with another child chirping. As soon as you can see the lights in your face a beautiful smile and extends his arms towards you. Take it home and he never stops whispering. It's peaceful, it looks fun. And then you're happy too.
week after a long time 'anxieties are passed away. Those hours alone you seem a paradise on earth. So maybe I should not say, but you try not to have even 5 minutes to you, not to have relatives, friends, neighbors disponibili o baby sitter a portata di mano in caso di necessità. Esser in un posto dove mediamente nessuno ti rivolge la parola e quindi le tue uniche conversazioni da più di un anno a questa parte son con tuo figlio, che ovviamente non parla. E so che me lo ricorderete alla prima malattia che Leopard si beccherà al nido, e poi alla seconda e alla terza. Per ora fatemi godere quest'ultima oretta da sola.
E se vi chiedete che faccio qui al computer al posto di "spassarmela" in giro la risposta è: e te pareva che il cavolo di tecnico del frigo doveva venir proprio oggi pomeriggio e quindi io devo rimaner qui in casa a aspettarlo?? Sarà il karma da mamma degenere che mi si rivolta contro???
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