And here we are, last Sunday, finally the three of us, a day at the beach all to ourselves, with Giorgia (apparently) in the form and the desire to relax in peace and enjoy some of that sun that ultimately we do not know what it is .... It 'was a beautiful day, hot at the right point, the beach crowded with people and children playing with bare feet in the sand, rides already in operation and jackets that magically disappeared to make room for lighter sweaters, restaurants full strategic, fun for the good weather finally found. Giorgia jumping everywhere and enjoyed the waves that are "sciuuuuuuuuu" against "Sciascia" according to her, who was friends with other children and walking cheerfully to hand with Dad. A romance, really, a perfect day, we were really good, it almost seemed real after all those weeks struggling with the flu.
So what?
And then today The situation is this:
But why are we so unlucky ????? Sunday night, hours after the romance, Giorgia is sick, vomits and cries for a couple of hours. The episode we conclude the Monday morning we spent in hospital and brought home (again!) Infuenza a better and a week of STOP. I do not know whether to say that I'm tired, stove, disappointed, angry, actually a little bit of everything ... It promises another week locked up at home, one more week of maternity become scarce, and once again my little blanket. I'm sick of seeing those eyes shiny little face and all red, tears of rage because he can not breathe and the lack of appetite, which makes low low. Will pass this unhappy period, or Vacation this year we have to do in Lourdes??
World, here is the Lazzaretto speaking. Step and closed.
the next.
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