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There was no exact time when I knew I was
going to live in Salzburg since jobbing in the summer was always for a
plane ticket. I knew there was a reason I wanted to be there. After
overcoming my fears and really trying to speak German I was addicted. My
love of the language, land and people is overpowering at times. I don't
know what came first, but it became a second home to me.
"Sometimes I feel more comfortable expressing myself in German than in
English. I hated the grammar and just couldn't get a darn sentence out
for fear I would mess up the endings. One day I decided that regardless
if they correct me or smile a bit at my mistakes I just had to speak and
learn to get my point across. A huge part of it all was sitting back and
listening..... and you know how I like to talk!
"Why learn a language? Why the heck not? I can communicate with more
people than ever before. What you learn in class is important, but the
real learning comes from using the language in everyday life. I was
actually surprised when my choppy explanations worked. I learned so much
and I am still learning. I think learning a language is so important.
The reasons for the importance of a language are different from person
to person. I would hate not understanding my husband. I can't imagine my
life any differently. I speak both English and German every single day.
The languages are parts of me, without one I would experience a loss of
myself."
Martha Tells the Story of the Birth
of Their Second Child Friedrich
"We had to take (our daughter) Anna to the hospital because she was sick
and I wanted the best doctors for her. It was a horrible fever and weird
mouth thing and she was miserable and not eating. Anyway, so I was
having contractions and didn't tell Christoph right away because I
didn't want him to freak out and I thought they would go away because it
was too early (due date on June 29th) then they didn't stop and he
thought I was just tired and wanted to leave and take Anna to the
hospital so I had to tell him why I had to go with (he was going to let
me sleep while he did the dirty work of a hospital visit).
They told me
to go to the part of the hospital for the pregos when we were getting
Anna checked. They didn't want me to be stressed out with sick kids when
I should be relaxing before getting a baby. They checked me out at the
women's center of the hospital and at first thought that he wouldn't
come because by that time the contractions stopped. Then they did an
ultrasound and found out he was laying wrong and wanted me to make an
appointment to turn the baby so I could give birth to him normally. I
cried because that meant I had to be in the hospital for 24hours and
Christoph had Uni and who would take care of Anna. Then they decided to
due a vaginal exam just in case and they found out I was already dilated
3 cm and I would have to give birth some how to the baby. Anna was with
during the exams and Christoph had to call his father to take care of
her so he could take care of me. I quickly kissed my little girl and
promised her we would see each other soon. it turned out to be a lie
because what she had was contagious and she had to stay at home so as
not to infect me or her little brother. Anyway, they tried to turn the
baby for about 2 hours (they press on your tummy and it doesn't feel
very wonderful) and that didn't work and he was too fragile to bring him
into the world butt first (which is risky, but they are one of few
hospitals where a woman can do that) so they scheduled a c-section. It
was a horrible birth experience. I wasn't out, I had a spinal so I could
be awake and see him. I could still hear all of the sounds of the
suction and what the docs and nurses were saying to each other. just
gross, but you don't feel a thing. Christoph and I just tried to talk to
make the time pass, but it is totally weird to be on one side of the
curtain and you want to help bring your baby into the world, but instead
someone is cutting him out and you are supposed to enjoy this
experience. They showed him to me quickly and then once more and then he
was in the neonatal unit for a few days. I didn't get to visit him until
he was about 24 hours old because a c-section is an operation and you
can't really stand up after it like you can with a normal birth.
Christoph had to wheel me over to him, but the next day I had to walk
over to see him (10 min walk) since Christoph was at the Uni. I had to
stay in the hospital for a whole week. the next week I was at home alone
(Uni for the man) with my babies and going out of my mind with stress
and emotions. it has taken until about last week for me to find a rhythm
and get a bit of sanity back..... Christoph is also home so that means I
have time to do some things like sleep. Life has been a real trip here
and very busy, but all in all we are doing fine. |
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