Experiencing the loss of a child, surviving him in a completely unnatural way, has radically changed my way of being, of thinking, of facing others.
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With a flap of wings I’ll be there for you, where the sky is deep and the gaze is lost in the immense.
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That morning was not morning. And it wasn’t even afternoon. It was that wrong hour when a summer morning feels like a winter afternoon. The Little Man with the Top …
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Eleven years of work on the subject of perinatal death and mourning have brought us into contact with a very critical situation in our country.
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You can be violent without lifting a finger. Sometimes it is enough to open your mouth, raise your eyebrows or roll your eyes upwards. When we express devaluing judgments about …
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“No foot is so small … as not to leave a footprint on this earth”
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Francesco was born 31 weeks +1. It weighed about 900 grams.
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A TIN mother gives us her rich testimony as a mother, a woman and a professional who lived the experience of the death of her premature baby, describing with so …
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This is the letter from a student of ours, now a brilliant medical graduate. His words are very important and precious: for those who care, and for those who receive …
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Breastfeeding is a priority theme in the promotion of maternal and child health, on which there is much debate, often with extremely bright and sometimes confusing and confusing tones. After …