It is always a privilege, a pride and it can be said that an event. Have a baby at home. My first nephew. I never forget when my sister came home to spend her post-natal days. We all had joys and I was still a child, 9 years old. And when I came home from school, I longed to find him awake to see and contemplate. We all had to do with him, he was the center of attention. Usually I always found him asleep, since my arrival time coincided with his bottle time at noon and then to sleep.

Because of this, as soon as I came home from school, I changed my clothes and I was waiting sweetly, always hovering around the crib, until I could say out loud: He woke up ...! In this way, the adult who took care of him, in this case, my mother and my nephew's grandmother, was getting ready to carry him and so my younger brothers and I could see the adored nephew who always filled us with joy and joy.

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