Normally, he is talking like a waterfall. But then, he was lying there.
The little surgical intervention with a general anesthesia went well.
I sat at his bed and waited until he woke up. I was looking at his chest, following his breathing.
I was looking at his face during hours, studying his little eye movements.
I’ve never looked at my child so intensively and for so long. It was a very special moment I’ll never forget.
I didn’t think much. I was just wishing he would have not too much pain after all and I kept looking at him.
For one hour, for two hours… and after three hours, he decided to leave his dreams and come back.
The waterfall took some time to come back but it is again here. And I am so glad.