Hair and a Whimper

Great hair in September 2016.

I feel very shallow for admitting this, but I just shed some tears after learning the *best* hair stylist I’ve ever had just moved. It’s soooo hard to find someone over here who doesn’t immediately give you a mullet or chin-length bob no matter what.

Would it be weird if I sent her a message, asking her to move back to Stuttgart?

*whimpering*

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Monuments

Oh, the timing! This photo popped up in my social media feed as a reminder of my visit to northern Germany exactly five years ago. You won’t find monuments to Nazi military leaders over here, but you will find memorials like St. Nicholas’ Church in Hamburg. It was once a huge, gorgeous neo-Gothic place of worship, but was destroyed by Allied Air Force bombing in July 1943. Continue reading

The Hospital Stay

Snuggling with my baby boy.

 

Of all our children’s deliveries, this last one was the fastest. It’s a reason we dubbed it “violently efficient.” Those German doctors were in and out so fast. After we were introduced to our son, Martin stepped away with Nurse Charlotte to make his identification bracelet, which was simply our last name spelled out in tiny beads. By the time they were done and stepping back into the hallway, I was being wheeled out of surgery, which, based on what we captured on video, took less than 35 minutes total.

After a quick photo, I was sent to the recovery room while Martin and the baby went to another room so the baby’s measurements could be taken, and Martin could fill out the birth certificate paperwork. I was given additional pain medication through my IV, and I did my best to relax. It felt good to rest, especially since I hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before.

Eventually, Martin arrived with the baby, and promptly showed me the paperwork which revealed our son’s name.  Continue reading