If I had been told would not have believed.
My daughter, 3 ½ years on a hospital bed in the grip of a crazy laugh after having swallowed the pre-operative sedative droplets.
Then all laughed.
For, you will agree with me, in some situations it is much better to laugh than cry.
And then he went down the elevator with the friendly porter and her doll. I wept like a fountain, whereas I felt good, to the situation that required me to be calm and cool.
I hesitated a bit 'when I met the anesthesiologist on the stairs while I was thinking in the operating room with my daughter. But he reassures us: "Your daughter fell asleep, everything is going well. "I've wanted to believe. Also because I was going to eat a couple of paninetti the early rising and the tension I had opened a chasm in the stomach. I could not think my daughter was already out from under the knife, not that I had enough energy to deal with it. And never was this vision, because when she returned we found ourselves in front of a wild animal, screaming with incredible violence, "VOOOGLIO ANDAAAAREEE AAAA CAAAASAAAAAAAAA! '. It was stem it hard, but we did it. And we are now a whole new new baby, who is convinced in the depths of being good and have no tears ever. And I'm satisfaction!
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