Detachment

Autofiction about different motherhood: the prosperous and the tragic. About the collision between a person and the system at the moment when he is most defenseless and helpless. About a place where it is truly terrifying. And about the doctors... who once chose work over their own lives, who can be strict, imperfect, and seemingly unfeeling. But behind this impassivity always lies someone else's grief that cannot help but be perceived as a personal tragedy. "The emptiness with which you leave the maternity hospital without a child will never be filled. It is a physical sensation of absence... When he is there, everything is different. He will grow up and cry from colic, from teething, he will wake you up seven or eight times a night. He will have a fever, diarrhea, chickenpox, sometimes he will cry just to attract your attention, and you will be tired, exhausted, with a sore back, greasy hair, and dark circles under your eyes. But you will be someone's mom. And that is forever."