


My name is Vanesa, I'm 32 years old today, a nurse and mother of three children aged 6, 3, and 10 months.
I always wanted to have children. Starting a family was a goal for me, a goal I wanted to achieve at any cost. My husband and I had our daughter when we were 26. We were so happy about our little princess that we didn't think about the weeks and months ahead. And our daughter proved us right: she was adorable, a model baby.
Our son joined our family three years later. But the first months were very complicated: our baby cried incessantly every day, he only slept in my arms at night and needed constant contact. It exhausted me, but at that time I didn't realize it yet, I simply couldn't stop. My husband didn't help me the way I would have liked; he was present and absent at the same time. I was on all fronts.