FIORELLA BIANCHI
I was sleeping while Benjamin looked after our healthy baby girl, Chiara when I suddenly heard voices in the room. I opened my eyes and I saw my best friend and my husband’s best friend walking into the room with gifts and flowers. They put everything aside before they sanitized their hands and excitedly walked over to us.
“Hey, guys… Oh, my God, congratulations,” Violeta squeals and hugs me.
“Hey, parents… congratulations,” Pablo also says.
“Thank you,” I weakly say.
Giving birth on a plane was an experience that I don’t think I ever want to happen again. No, I don’t even plan on getting pregnant again because I seemed to have forgotten how painful it is. I am just glad that there were no complications or infections, and my baby girl was happy to meet us. I woul
