Hello. I'm Ana. We don't know each other. Well, maybe yes. Maybe you've found one of you lately. In any case, that does not matter. I write to thank you.

Puerperium: period from the time of delivery to the time when the reproductive organs, their functions and the status of the woman return to their original state before half.

Simple definition. Cut. Light. Aseptic.

It is less bad than what you cannot read in the books that you tell. Asked for you, I have understood to what extent lap is impossible. Listening to you, I have learned that the duration of the postpartum period can only be determined by the dyad. Speaking to you, I've seen that the puerperium is complicated.

Complex. Long. Diffuse. Visceral.

The puerperium is a kind of transformation. Partition. Merger. Share the emotional sphere forever. All of a sudden everything is flesh and bone. The child is born and the mother is born. And, almost without time to be aware of what has happened, all of a sudden, the unknown galaxy at your feet. One more alien on planet Earth. Better said, one more Earthlings on the alien planet.

They say the process is enriching. But it was hard. Rough, baffling, painful and tiresome. Repentance. It's true that you'll ever settle for some of those romantic post-partum ads. But in most cases, the puerperium doesn't smell like freshly made coffee.

It is said that it is difficult to explain in words what it is before. They say you can't imagine. I don't know if I'll live it someday. Anyway, I'm quiet, because I know some of you will have by my side. There will be someone who supports me in the overdose of contradictory advice when I die every night and be born again every morning; or when I die of joy after the crying attempts that I cannot understand. There's always some of you. Some of us.

Thank you very much, therefore. Thanks to you, you have penetrated to the deepest of that sensual madness they call puerperium. Thank you for bringing here everything that is beyond what I've learned in women's schools. Thank you for teaching us that the puerperium does nothing and at the same time does everything. It's wonderful to see that you look without fear at what's on the other side of the mirror. You've just been born with the child. And it is nice to feel that you care and love the Mother who has just been born. It is reassuring to hear you protest. Patriarchy hasn't made it easy for you. But look. There you are. Doing what your interior commands you: disobeying.