My daughter who is preparing a thesis on figure of "mother" with the various emotional and psychological consequences as a woman - mother asked me to write my experience on the famous "istinto materno; ovviamente non posso esprimermi in maniera scientifica in quanto non sono una psicologa, ma posso descrivere le emozioni che ho provato, le emozioni di una piccola donna in un grande contesto come quello della "madre". Avevo 20 anni quando aspettavo la mia prima figlia e ciò che ricordo di più è la terribile gravidanza che portavo avanti, sebbene avessi voluto quel figlio, il mio corpo contro ogni mia volontà rifiutava violentemente quell'esserino dentro di me, vomitavo cento volte al giorno, avevo mal di testa allucinanti, non avevo nemmeno la forza di alzarmi. Ricordo che mi chiedevo spesso cosa fosse questo istinto materno di cui tutti parlavano, io mi sentivo uno straccio, non provavo emozioni particolari, col senno afterwards I realized that already passively accept my very precarious state of health was already a sign of my maternal instinct. But I was not satisfied, I passed my hand on my stomach, but I just could not feel anything special. Finally arrived (9 months were the longest of my life), the day of birth, my baby was born late at night, so I brought her back the next morning to the first feeding, a woman who was in the room with me had already had her baby girl and I had already noticed that we had the same chance to cover the baby. The nurses brought the babies to breast-feed it to us and wrong, took my baby to the lady who immediately recognized that it was not sua e già mezzo atterrita esclamò "ma questa non è la mia bambina!", io mi girai istinitvamente e senza nemmeno guardare, sentii che quella era la mia piccola e subito urlai " è mia, è mia, è la mia bambina!", capii in quel momento cosa significasse il famoso "istinto materno". Il mio cuore si sciolse di fronte a quell'esserino bianco e capii che l'avrei adorata e difesa contro tutte le avversità che si fossero presentate per tutta la vita. Quella fu la prima volta che mi resi conto di essere una "madre", tutta la mia vita successiva fu dedicata alle mie figlie, tre per la precisione e ad ognuna di loro credo di aver dato tutta me stessa rendendomi conto che comunque anche se li ami , non sei immune dal fare errori.Con three daughters episodes to be told there would be plenty of them, but to please the one who showed me the request I will cite an incident that personally. Paola was 4 years old when he took a nasty ear infection, despite antibiotic treatment, the situation soon degenerated and one day I noticed between the ear and neck Paola a huge bump that disfigured his face. I took her immediately dall'otorino, who told me that the situation was not very simply, was groped a 'incision, but it might not be the final solution in a nutshell he said that it could be a tumor of the parotid gland. Although I was feeling die, I made a lot of strength and both my husband and I help the nurse to hold Paul as the affected the cyst, without anesthesia and the knife went though three people who held her, her little body did an incredible jolt, my heart broke into pieces, still can not remember the scene without crying. For two days the vegliai day and night, then I'd get the response, if the thing was over there or if he should continue, was a great thrill when I was told it was just a bad infection of the parotid gland but not a tumor. Every time I quarrel with my daughter and she complains to me always reminded of that scene, I would gladly put in his place and she yells at me, but the discomfort is fleeting, I know that are the normal conflicts between parent and child , the famous games of roles, I know you understand my role as a mother and I hope with this article also made them understand my "motherhood".
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