I Hate Washing Baby Bottles

Eine neue Woche

Ich habe von anderen Schwangeren mit dieser Erfahrung gehört, daß sie in ihrem Krankenhaus sehr were treated sensitively and had the opportunity, even so early in the pregnancy happened to attend a funeral service. I think this way I would have liked.
I forgot to mention that I'm back home! After
me on 11 January to Phuket suddenly went bad, I was just there at night in the hospital, I immediately brought forward my flight and am on 13 January flew back to Hannover and then early last Friday was at my doctor, after two Thai physicians who had given me in December misdiagnosis, according to an Australian hospital where we are on 30 December saw the heart beat of our happy babies and after the last doctor in Phuket. My doctor was knowledgeable, sensitive, spoke the language, but ultimately could only confirm my worst fear. Although I had the last few days and the whole flight long still believed and hoped.
I had struggled through to let Pete in Australia to carry out this important for my pregnancy tests, and in order before baby arrives to work something else. (It would have been born in August), rather than as scheduled in May with Pete to come back and tell me where to recover a bit from recent years. Now I'm here and he is there and we somehow make the best of it.

It's a new week.

A new week

I heard from other pregnant women with the same experience, that their hospital was very sensitive and gave them the opportunity to take part in a grieving ceremony. I think I would have liked that.
After suddenly feeling unwell on the 11th January on Phuket I went to the hospital there in the night, and brought my flight forward immediately. I came back to Hanover on the 13th and on Friday morning finally went tomy doctor, after 2 Thai doctors who gave misdiagnosises in December, after an australian hospital where we were overjoyed to see our baby's heartbeat on the 30th and after that last doctor in Phuket. My doctor was competent, sensitive, spoke the right language, but in the end could only confirm my worst dread, notwithstanding all my belief and hope during the flight and the last days.
I had finally decided to leave Pete in Australia to go to all the pregnancy check ups at home and to work a bit before baby comes (it would have been born in August), instead of staying in Australia with Pete until May as planned, and recouperating from those last years a bit more. Now I am here and he is there and we will just make the best of it.

It's a new week.