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When a day's work becomes something you'll remember all my life.

On this occasion I speak of an absolutely incredible, what are called "miracles" and that will astonish those who are known.
The event is special, and even more so because I personally. When I talk about it or remember it, I still shudder among us doctors they say "I lost 10 years of my life in 10 minutes", maybe it is true, why is so much stress that when everything is finished right out from under a moving train. Time expands, the minutes become hours, and everything that happens around you do not even remember.
The time to tell it is just that, I can do a bit 'colder than a few months ago and it connects to a newspaper report of a similar event that happened in the U.S., just over the Christmas period last year.
What has happened to me and who was with me was a few months before Christmas and in Italy.
In the American case a woman was about to give birth while everything was proceeding normally and was hit by a cardiac arrest. The immediate medical intervention resolved everything, really miraculously given the seriousness and rarity, and the absolute unpredictability of the case. He also spoke
newspapers and tried again when I read the news of the chills that night, I experienced exactly the same thing.

Probably my fellow gynecologists will be shocked, I do not envy the experience nor did I wish them to live.

One night shift in a maternity ward has no fixed rules: it can go very quiet for a moment without getting up from his chair, can go to 'business as usual "with a couple of parties (always work, but pretty quiet), can be heavy, with women giving birth, others have problems, more or less severe emergencies. Then there is always the danger of the drama and when this happens, who knows why, is always a sudden shift in quiet, without warning, when you least expect it (... and some say ... always at night).
I will tell it like it is, straight off, so maybe I can make (up to a certain extent) the anxiety felt in those moments.

That night it happened something incredible.

mounted to the night shift and was present on the ward a woman to give birth. He had already undergone a Caesarean section four years ago and although this condition (the previous caesarean section) increases very slightly risks in any subsequent spontaneous birth, things proceeded normally.
Labor conducted a bit 'slow but this can be normal. The patient was continuously monitored midwife on duty that I occasionally updated on the situation, the child was fine and everything went on as normal.
Around two in the morning I called the midwife. The woman came to "full expansion" that is ready to give birth, but despite the "push" (the "push" the mother's help, rather they are critical to the delivery, by concluding the fetus until its birth) the fetus does not progress rapidly making everything slower.
I have to make a decision.
In these cases, arrived at childbirth, if despite the contractions of the uterus and the mother pushed the baby is born you can decide to perform a Caesarean section. The fetus is not born inland "natural" and is extracted from the abdomen, with surgery. Fortunately
fetal well-being was full, there was no suffering and this allowed me to take the time to see if there was any chance of avoiding surgery.
then ask your midwife to bring the lady in the delivery room: we could do better, manage better, and also pushed to the limit "help" the fetus in some way.
In fact in the delivery room despite the woman did not cooperate very (she was tired and discouraged) the fetal head down well to be visible from the outside (I avoid medical terms to explain better).
Her husband was present in the delivery room and supported his wife.

I can do is encourage the woman, inviting you to try harder and try for a while ', the fetus was fine and I am reassured. After a few seconds the unexpected
most incredible I've met in my career. During a push

Mrs. arches his back (he was lying), is launching a strangled cry and collapses on the couch.
I look at it and has her eyes closed, I immediately think to a moment of tiredness even a nervous breakdown (in the delivery room you can see this too) ... I do not answer the call, the rise on the eyelids, and I realize that he lost consciousness for a moment and reflect immediately ask to call the anesthesiologist on duty while trying to realize what might have happened (fainting in the delivery room is not an event "usual").
At that point I ask to be sure all employees to take action to prepare for an emergency cesarean section.
calling my colleague found the urgency to alert the midwife shouting something, "there is beat Do not beat me !"... I do not know what has crossed my mind at that moment, I hasten to Mrs. and try to feel his heartbeat.
was under arrest.
The woman for no apparent reason (at that time) had a cardiac arrest.
The drama in the drama was that his child was not born yet ...
ask the midwife to look for the heartbeat of the fetus, but there was a low frequency, a clear sign of suffering: the maternal circulation without the baby was a few minutes of life.
Shout to prepare everything that we made the lady to call everyone, anyone, in the delivery room chaos, everyone ran to the right and left, each with a specific task. Recall my colleague shouting and muttering something to run ...


memory of those moments a few seconds and I see myself appalled to think what to do: save the mother or the child? How not to waste time? In those moments you do not do thinking about what but do by instinct, which is certainly guided by experience and from what I know, but it can also be dangerous, fast decisions should provide pause for thought but how do you "think" when you know you have a few seconds, literally, to save two lives at once?
From what seems a story about ten minutes, but all occurred in seconds. My memories have holes, some moments do not remember them very well and then the midwife will remember what I said and did.
I'll jump on the lady who was still lying on the bed and began heart massage. One, two attempts and checking his pulse, still nothing ... it a try, I try to keep your circulation, for the woman and the child must be born again and in the meantime get the anesthetist.
My colleague comes without even suspecting what had happened. When you call an anesthesiologist in the delivery room in general it is "routine" or "urgent" relatively less important than the number taken in the operating room, not where you are giving birth. The anesthesiologist
find me on the delivery table while performing chest compressions he realizes that something is happening is absolutely absurd, known in his eyes to see a fellow obstetrician disorientation while massaging the patient asks me, "but so 'happened!? " I remember him replied "I do not know ... is under arrest, I do not know ...".

Immediately after a start as he prepares for resuscitation the heart starts to beat, but slowly resumed, then more quickly. The anesthesiologist "Convection" Madame, that is forced to breathe with a special instrument (called "Ambu bag") I accertatomi in the delivery room I let the lady in the hands of my colleague, I think the intervention of urgency. At that moment I was not even sure the baby was still alive, to be honest we had hoped but I did not. The midwife
(weeks after the fact) told me that, while carried out cardiac massage was pale and at the end of each massage move my head in a "no" that did not bode well.

Corro in the operating room, in the meantime, everything was ready. Shortly before entering the room late husband who was more shocked than me asks me "... doctor ... my wife, my wife is alive?" I answered "I do not know ... I do not know ... " and if you think grit my teeth to the absurd situation. I did not know really, I did not know if my speech had been able to save the woman and the child or only one of them ... I did not know, I did not know what would happen after.

Within the operating room, nurses and midwives (one of the youngest in the ward, at this meeting was exceptional) run on a stretcher and carry the lady in the room while the anesthesiologist continues with forced ventilation.
They told me that all women admitted to the ward were outside the rooms because they had understood from the chaos that something had gone wrong, I do not remember anyone noticed, I was absolutely taken by the event.
The operating room was almost ready, everyone had done what he had to do, well, nothing had gone wrong (so to speak ...), I'll take five seconds (5) to try to summarize what was going on, ask the Meanwhile call the primary and get everything ready for a blood transfusion.
The lady is ready on the operating table, the heartbeat is regular, the midwife seeks the fetal heart: there is.
The child is still alive but is suffering from. The fetus is much stronger than us adults to "hypoxia", ie the lack of oxygen, but make sure there's no early.
Everything is ready, I avoid spending too much time in hand washing, which is the last thing I think, I beg leave anesthesiologist (in the meantime, the anesthesia team was completed by the chief of anesthesia) that gives me the 'ok and start.
Only then, after reaching the uterus a few seconds later, I realize what happened.
uterine rupture.
The uterine rupture is a rare but dangerous complication that can also be lethal. And 'one of the most serious emergencies in obstetrics. E 'defined as a complication devastating to its severity.
probably during a pull, the old Caesarean scar made by the patient a few years before it was broken open, the lady has tried this for a lot of pain (it's called "a dagger" for its features) which resulted in a reflex ( is called "vagal stimulation), which caused a cardiac arrest.
A set of incredible events, rare, unpredictable and utterly serious.
actually looking at the damage it seemed likely that the uterus was already "open" for some time about the previous caesarean section, in this case is called "dehiscence", that is, a break is not "random" but it is the scar of the previous section. It was not a "break" recently, so that the margins of the lesion were almost healed. I assume that the lady has spent much of her pregnancy with that problem without even realizing it.
cardiac arrest in pregnancy is very rare an occurrence, estimated at a frequency of one case per 30,000 pregnancies. The arrest in the expulsive phase of delivery is an event quite unique, there are only a few cases in the world. The extraction of a fetus during maternal cardiac arrest, must be made (by Caesarian section) within 4 minutes after, or you risk serious brain damage and die if you do not succeed within six minutes to deliver the baby.
skin incision to extract the child 31 seconds have passed. I could not improve myself, my record extraction cesarean is 23 seconds but in this case I've lost a few seconds he looks in my anesthesiologist that I updated on the situation of women.

still have a copy of the paper of record operating that night ... and who you forget it.


The child, checked out, starting to cry.
The pediatrician who visit gynecologists while we continue the intervention. I ask pediatricians how quickly things are going, one of them raises his thumb up as if to say "okay" ... A broken
uterus (basically "split in two") has little chance of being saved, so we have to carry out a hysterectomy, ie removal of the uterus that if left in place could cause serious bleeding.
Arriva also involved in the primary intervention, I deadlift.
I sit down and put his head in his hands most of the fatigue of despair.

intervention ends.
The patient was eventually admitted to the intensive care unit in guarded prognosis, significant anemia requiring blood transfusion and the loss of sight. I know it's better and better over the following days, until his resignation in good condition. The baby is healthy.

After a month I meet the lady for the visit. He no longer has her uterus but is alive, in good conditions. His son is alive and well, is well and growing well.
The first time I see the hug, very excited and she is perhaps even more than me does not seem to realize what happened that night. I ask also, "but was aware of what happened?". I answered yes and nothing else, maybe not want to remember, does not elaborate.
The husband thanked him constantly but does not go well, do not ask and do not talk about it.

every time I speak with my colleagues who remember the episode with the midwives to make an example of what it means to "know what to do", I talk with the midwife present that night, we laugh even on remembering my face pale and I told her that she had her hat all awry from the surgery was upset.

We also have colleagues who do not believe it, "come on, you're kidding," making it even more surreal as it happened and who gets the "higher" than those who tell you "yes you could but ... you had ... " without realizing that in my place would need so many saints in heaven, how many I've had and the lady, because in these cases, the facts and decisions of seconds in a minute, should also help you luck and if you hope is on your side. I am the midwife who was with me that night, I look with admiration and pride because it is a girl of 24 years who has done something exceptional, much larger than her.

The morning was already sent, I was quite destroyed and thrown into the house I went to bed.

From the day after everything is back to normal as if nothing had happened.
E 'was perhaps the most dramatic episode that I have had professionally.

This story will take her with me forever but I also know that stories like these happen every day in hospitals around the world. The much criticized doctors because ... why? I do not even know ... I do work hard, full of responsibility, also subject to errors, of course, and this is due to their being human, fallible but also responsible for exceptional performance, miraculous, sometimes heroic acts. This is not news but just listen to some of these experiences that we doctors carry within us.
For two lives saved that night none of us has got compliments, awards, salary increases or pats on the back, is business as usual, the life I chose.

In the newspapers never read these stories that happen every day, read only what a scandal, audience.
Ask an anesthesiologist how many times did resume a person's heart at that moment in perfect health suddenly is left "on foot" from his body swing ...
has literally performed a miracle, he has revived, but that patient probably will never know.
happens every day.

Who insults the medical principle should think for a moment that the great mass of medical workers is represented by honest and prepared by people who pass sleepless nights and takes charge of situations incredible that care, cheers, and talk that raises is often overloaded with work and stress. The cold bureaucrats imagined by some ghosts are crafted to discredit an entire class of people for good and do not say it for me but for all those who have loved this profession before me neglecting family, hobbies and pastimes.

The stories of "big pharma" and the plots if there are some dishonest and certainly not about the thousands of professionals who oversee health all of us and if there was a conspiracy would be the first victims of their own doctors who would treat convinced to give the best.

I hope I never have to pay my price with the duty in this way because it was tough and could end up quite differently, and certainly I would not forgive her.

rarely look into the problem of consciousness of a doctor, his anxieties, worries and stress, we never hear of the daily acts of true heroism and I take this opportunity to remind the thousands of doctors who have passed life to solve the suffering and to bear the pain, people who have been in the hands of the next life and he treated with respect and conscience. Many of them if they are went without even a thank you from those who have saved, but probably not even expect a thank you because what they did was the very essence of the hard task that awaited them.

I hope that woman and that child a good life.
you all good, bright and relaxing holidays and I take this opportunity to thank all of the gifts sent by mail.

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Dear colleague
understand that at your young age (which I conclude by re-reading your posts above) so they can feel "stung to the heart" when a woman tells of the violence suffered by a of us who triggered the desire to defend our class, attacking and disavowal of the experiences and the experiences brought by women.
But I think this attitude - obstetrician - is to be avoided or at least contain, because it basically is a new assault on women who have undergone obstetric care that has made them feel raped (or raped really). Unfortunately I have no evidence that the reported negative experiences, both human and relational care that are not even real or are related to some psychological fragility of women who recount. In all honesty, in many ospdeali (maybe not in yours, but ... it is really an exception), they can occur more or less frequent situations of psychological violence or inappropriate care.
In 15 years working in Italy, in large hospitals in the North, I have repeatedly encountered bad service experiences. I think it's worth considering that for us "poor service" is one that results in serious problems to the baby and mother, but we do not consider "bad service" psychological or physical trauma (in case of prolonged pain after reports un'episio or a poorly sutured laceration), often inseparable. It 's true that almost none of us see women over time, after that has timber framed, and sometimes even if the encounters tend to justify / normalize questionable assistance, increasing the sense of frustration, anger, inadequacy.
The experiences I had abroad, at the beginning of my work experience and now, led me to reflect on what we have in Italy there is very little training as well as to support evidence-based evidence (that we "shout out" to limit the epis a few cases) but also to a communication based on listening.
It 's true that in our undergraduate courses, there are many hours of psychology, sociology, etc. pedagogies. But little knowledge of these disciplines we need unless we work on ourselves, understanding of the aggressive feelings that we feel in the face of A woman angry - and rightly - in the face of questioning, especially if we admit that we are fallible, that we can make mistakes, even if we are animated by the best intentions.
In England and here in Denmark every week we have moments of critical reflection of our work, we are soundly forced to see the mistakes and learn from them. If a woman writes a complaint is taken seriously, one wonders what I did as an operator for which she then lived, the one complaint to do, you listen, apologize, and before you label it as problematic psychological one looks within.
I can assure you that over the years I have seen women psychologically very sound to be devastated by bad assitance soprattuttuo childbirth and, later, by the fact that in addition to bad assitance felt labeled as people with psychological problems.
For me it was a key step in the work on me to get a non-judgmental listening as much as possible and not tagging, and the constant comparison with her colleagues on the attitudes that, even with the best intentions, they had some positive effects on women.

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It was 3 am on December 2, 2010 when I start to feel the slight pain in the belly (which I had already warned a few days before), I put pillows under the belly to see if it was the location, but nothing, still. At 4 more or less awake my husband, I tell him that the pain does not stop and I probably should go to the hospital. Take your suitcase and go. Arriving there, I say that hospitalization, the contractions preparation, but it's better if I stay under control because I'm 35 weeks. These little bearable pain lasting up to 18:30 when they finally break the waters. Now the contractions became more painful and the nurse advised me to walk to help the expansion. Meanwhile, my husband (I was next to two days, helped and supported me in all), call our parents, that they do not live in our own towns are rushing to the hospital. After 7 hours I finally fully dilated. At 1:35 I get taken to the delivery room .. And only after 10 minutes of thrust .. 1, 2 drives, I would say, "Have we, and the last out," I push with all the strength I had left, and just feel something out of my body, and I see that little mouse, all dirt, weeping, in despair like crazy. My husband looks at me and says "Mom you have been very good" and then cuts the cord. I put it on his chest is so small, and screams so much .. I cry, I watch my husband holds my hand, crying like a fountain too, and gives them both. Yes, of December 3, 2010 at 1:45 came to the world our Philip, weighs 2500kg and is 48 cm long. Now we're a family, the three of us, now I can say that I have everything in life I ever made. Fabry and Philip are my people, I love above all things.

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Hello to all! I'm new to the forum and so I need to vent a bit '...
So, on November 16 last year my daughter was born, so much desired and very beautiful. I would have imagined being in seventh heaven but I feel like shit.
The reason is that, after 10 hours of labor, half of which dealt with at home and the other half in the clinic, in a way that midwives in administrative revoluta, without even say "a", at 10 am I went to the room childbirth.
will be that the contractions had become atrocious, I felt relief that will be pushing, in fact, I had the urge to push at all, the fact is that after an hour I started to freak out.
I do not remember much, but my husband who was there told me that I screamed, I bucked like crazy and I even pulled the drip from his arm, begging to soothe the pain! To no avail
attempts by the image of me back in me: I had to anesthetize and make an emergency cesarean because the baby was low, very low, that you could see the hair and it was risky to leave it there for too long.
Now, I'm usually "controlled" and tolerates the pain (because I had not asked for an epidural) and I can not explain what happened to me. I feel a huge sense of failure and shame, because I think that no one has behaved like me. My origin is said that these things happen, but to whom?
I do not know if anyone can tell me a similar experience, give me a bit 'of relief.
And then someone can explain that it means "opt out"?
Thanks in advance!

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24:00 the night between 3 and 4 March.

I and M are on the couch, I asked him to sleep with me because I feel uncomfortable with (the 'last month of pregnancy I slept little that the' I did it on the couch, a little 'because of bad M and a Russian bit because the 'footprint over me from sleep without the aid of cushions 1000 to support the various parts of my poor body weighed down by 24 kg of ciccetta taken in 'period of 9 months, exactly twice what I should take, as he wanted to remember the gynecologist out of control!)

at 1:00

M has already closed his eyes and Russian by a good half' now, I will be on alert because I feel sporadic contractions, and having already been a week from the expected date of delivery so that every moment could be good,
TOCTOC ... knock on the shoulder of M.
MMMMMMMMMMMMM he answered without opening his eyes
BELLY ... I have a pain contraction (Correct me IMMEDIATELY -> who has read the blog from the beginning knows why)
MUCH?
And Well ...
OFTEN?

HOW OFTEN ENOUGH?
... SE OPEN YOUR EYES AND TAKE THE TIME MAYBE YOU LI ACCOUNTS MINUTES THAT I HAVE THE DESIRE TO BREATHE!

M finally opens his eyes and counting ... the contractions were continued for one hour at a rate of one every two to three minutes and become more intense.
We understand that those are fair and that it is better to manage them at home as long as possible, just as we were taught during the pre delivery.
I find comfort in the shower, the hot jet sent back.
Between showers and travel between sofa bed-kitchen (while I was holding the handle of the oven with legs came to my mind when, a year ago, I was undecided whether to put in the design of the kitchen oven top or down, I opted to put in a lot of hesitation at the top and at the time, while in the dark of the kitchen at 2:00 in the morning I clung to the handle will not fall, I finally understood that he made the best choice) arrived 5:00 am morning and decided it was time to go to hospital.
At 6:00, as I have been doing monitoring my water breaks.
M and I are alone in the room, the water gushes out between my legs and we look scared, we understand that everything is happening really, this time perhaps not send us back and we have confirmed when the doctor, advised of the rupture of the bag amniotic visit me immediately, making me get out of bed I said calmly "Ok, well take the bag in the car and go to the delivery room that you're dilated to 3 cm"
EHHHH? THE BAG? Delivery room? REALLY ??????????????? (All this of course did not say but summed it up with a look at M answered with a look that translated to other words could more or less sound like "Oh shit, we do not sleep ... TONIGHT ... AND NOT I'll sleep 'plus' for long time, if I had known EARLY YESTERDAY EVENING I would go to bed earlier).

6:00 am the devastating fury of the contractions is expressed in all his strength, I try to tame them, to manage , Place ... shower, then squatting on the ball by birth, but then again that scream in the shower ... room next to me screaming louder and her cries of pain I'm scared animal.

at 14:00 are still there, they come to get me out of the shower and tell me that I can no longer stay there because the warm water has slowed the contractions too.
It 's time to push.
make me sit on the toilet and a very kind midwife crouches in front of me and calls me softly "Come on, do the shit! ... Come on ... is how to do shit .. push!"
(and I wanted to say "you're talking to a Bellamia constipated most constipated you can not, he can only do so after a hard fight, and often with the help of mauve and glycerin, and very considerable detail: the only exclusively throne of his house ... ").
push, she says" good! again! "and I push ... then not take it anymore.
makes me get up, leave for a moment and returns with three other midwives and Dr.
The doctor, after talking with the midwife who followed me so far, is to prepare the bed and looks at me decided "Now I'll give birth. and do not make me cry penalty even if you're gonna die! "
" Well, there neither was the doctor Kapo ", I think.
I do not feel the pressures, are out of control, it is as if everything had stopped.
Dr. Kapo spurs me, and tells me when I have to push me to the office to do so.
Suddenly, after a couple of thrusts, lying (I will know only later on) says that he sees the head, which just two pins and will be finished statute.
He says to get them because they are too tired and feeble.
Then again pushed ... the beat is slowed fetal distress .. .. there must me an episiotomy (but that, fortunately, can you tell me after to avoid shake too)
"Spingiiiiii" - makes me - I push gathering all the strength that I have (little) and she practically jumps on his stomach
PLUFFFF ...
The head is out, I felt distinctly! Waiting for the next contraction

PUSH, Oraa! I scream the Kapo.
Shout, push, I feel that I cut and as if they finally opened a gap and liberate from what is tearing me within 13 hours.
blood everywhere ... and he placenta.
I lie and I see it with difficulty, beyond the end of the bed ... in the hands of midwives is small, dirty and all huddled around ... have a cord around the neck, the 'midwife takes it off and here I feel the most beautiful sound in the world .. the plaintive cry of my child.
at 15:00 am sharp.
E 'Gabriel born and with him I was born too.

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FIRST

Sometimes there were days of anxiety, or a subtle discrepancy between me and your mother.

The way of waiting was different between us.

Everyone has their own path, his way, and uses his preferred way to take it.

The goal is common, but the speeds are different, as is the way forward.

Try to imagine a mountain trail, and we who walk among us.

walk in the woods and slowly begin to know, to appreciate the sounds, smells and colors.

maybe someone will stop to watch a fungus, others stop to rest and still others are abducted by a small animal that runs through the branches.

A shadowy figure: know there , but do not know what it is.

The questions are many, and the possible answers and more.

And the days, months, years pass and you you miss it, because every step seems more difficult, the heavy breathing and fatigue accumulates, even in the heart, which, as we know, and a muscle like the others, with a little more.

but continued to walk more because you can not, and why is each pass if one lets go.

But there's joy in us, do not worry!

not come to plug a hole, fill something that is not there.

Come to build something beautiful and great.

And space miraculously shrinks the years with a phone call, with a few words which you want to say to us even more of their simple meaning.

As you know, through a couple of funny pics, I have a feeling that soon we shall see.

a glimpse of the top of the mountain and the road behind us, made of words and the people we met, dreams and dark moments, you see clearly, but now no longer afraid.

Finally we're off!

DURING

Vietnam is a country special and unique.

Meanwhile the country is greener than I've ever seen (ok, I have not been in Ireland) and then I had never seen so many Scooters, with so many people on board!

pass directly from the chaos of a fascinating and polluted metropolis, alive and pulsating, the country where you were born.

Green takes shape in ways almost unthinkable and the plants grow above each other, looking a bit frantic 'to catch the sun, in addition to water so that the sky gives regular

We barely have time to look for the first time, now that you're with us.

Or better 're with us, but you really do not with us.

I Your eyes look large and round me questions and did not recognize me.

I waste much, maybe you're not used to men, because the mother is a bit 'better. I do not know what to do and what I do regularly makes the situation worse.

seems that my anxiety and sniff you struggle even more.

Of course you do not have time while we wait for time to prepare and we had too.

The days proceed slowly and you learn to trust, to give us your first-great-smiles.

Give milk is a new feeling, Powerful and sweet together.

gives you an idea of \u200b\u200bthe vulnerability of the man cub, and the fact that you should be there, otherwise you would not know to survive.

Then a strange thing happens: you pick up the bottle and begin to drink the milk alone.

You do it naturally, obviously you're used, it is your little secret to survive.

I think I always wanted to give you milk me, from the beginning, since your way is begun.

But maybe by doing so you would not have taught herself to be independent, maybe you lost something, but in the end I'm not too convinced.

We visit a small part of your great country.

a complex and proud country, which for many things, for some reason reminds me of Italy. Or rather the South Italy, where does your dad.

eat a lot and try strange foods that bewitch us for their goodness and simplicity, but you are not overlooked either: you break out on everything from milk to the shrimp (do not read this help the pediatrician) with I hoped was an ancient innate greed, but I know of no ...

In just twenty days is already time for leave, returning to Italy,

to real life, so they say.

I must say that you're very nice, my daughter, but as usual you like my mother! Laugh, eat, sleep, play with your sister so calmly that surprises us and makes us think you are very lucky.

Actually we are afraid to think too much, to say it aloud, as if a spell had to break sooner or later, without warning.

For now we enjoy it all with curious eyes and heart open.

AFTER

After us will come to all.

There will be more suspicious and admiring glances.

Others do not understand, but do not take my daughter.

There will be good days and less, for example, when you get sick or sad.

Or even sadder, when the memory of things you'll miss us and we will walk with you in search of fragments in the past.

There will be dinners and parties with family and friends, and probably everyone will have to have their say, but even if it scares you, it's a small price to pay, which in fact we spent all, more or less.

and gusts of hot wind will come when you least expect it and you enjoy the moment, because maybe before you were a bit 'cold for something that you do not know.

There will be good to tell you where you're from, what is your story, what are your roots.

We had little time to savor them, but we tried hard to live our adventure as travelers and not tourists.

And then he said goodbye to Vietnam, not goodbye.

'll teach you to ski and already I guess the South Tyrol (the slopes of the best we have here in Italy, my dear) they look at you with a mixture of awe and respect, when you go downhill skiing with your children, scrutinizing the descent with your almond eyes.

There are so many things that even I had all the time in the world and all the pages that can be written, would succeed to describe.

This is a small gift for you my child.

a present imperfect, but I wanted to give you and will guard it until it's time ..

I would tell you many things (for example, that I'm happy as a clam that are here with us) but I want to talk to you for the last time of our street.

Thanks to you we have grown our way.

I also believe that we would not have been lost without you.

But it is infinitely better and I thank heaven that way.

We'll talk about fate and philosophy, and perhaps you'll be convinced that fate does not exist, and that everyone chooses his own way, not following it.

Yet our paths would cross sooner or later.

're not convinced, my child?

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Returning to the fold ... The Barber of Muong

addition to heart we left a small mark in Hanoi ... Matilda during a recent exploration of public markets is given a small crab intended to be eaten. We put in our bath tub ... Maty would take him to Italy, he calls Pallino. The ball will say that a beautiful life in Viet Nam and that she will have the merit of giving him a second chance ... we decide to release it into the goldfish bowl of the guest house ... too bad that is tied at the side of the beast Madame dog ... but will not give up ... run ball from the terrace the first floor straight into the tub ... Pallino is alive in the midst of the goldfish ... for those staying there after us see if you can still find Pallino and send us a photo!

After a journey of about 24 hours we are finally home .... We received a wonderful reception by grandparents and friends. And a beautiful gift on the ceiling of his room ... the constellations you see in the Vietnamese sky ... We're home. Now it begins!

Thank you all for being there near ...

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... Here's what we were missing an important piece of the history of our daughter that we went to look for hours, climbing mountains ... his land, places where people live its one of the Muong main ethnic groups that make up the mosaic of the Vietnamese population.

These are the origins that we will try to keep alive in her and in us, become an integral part of our family history, you become part of us with her ...

We ventured into a beautiful land, green, full of rice, water, mountains and friendly people, just beaten by tourists usually seek another ... I think we were the first couple CIFA to go to these places but the desire to know and see they had the upper hand ... is worth it.

This is Viet Nam where, even amid the comforts luckily arrived up there, yet they arrange a demonstration fitness bench ... .. .

Children are the first to demonstrate that the world has no boundaries indeed these are our own mental borders to undermine them and cause us to examine and try out ...

Here we found more than faces that remind us of our daughter that sometimes is mistaken on the street in Hanoi by the Vietnamese for Western ...



Here we saw how they live the Muong and we wore their traditional dress and dances that have seen their hundreds and thousands of years ...

We leave you with some glimpses of this land .... we leave on Sunday 8 and we should get a late night in Italy. We found out this afternoon ... we would have liked to see and understand these people, the weather was little, but one thing our daughter will be safe, when he wants her back with joy to touch his story. .. which has become ours.