VOSHN 347

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="325"><tr><td class="etesti">325</td><td class="edate">29 of August, 1945.</td><td class="eage">24 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>There was nobody who would be pleased, when my baby was born.</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>I delivered in the ruins of a fire.  All survivors were women, while all men who would be pleased at my baby's birth had died.  I couldn't celebrate it.</p><br><p>The midwife didn't come in time, so I could do nothing and left my baby as he was for about one hour after delivery.  I thought I should be pleased at the birth of my first born son.  Because my husband and all the other rest of my family had died, I was quite at a loss whether I should be glad or sad.  I didn't know how I could apologize to my newborn baby.</p></div></body>