The picture on the ultrasound was devastating: my child in my womb could not urinate. And so began our odyssey through German hospitals. Written down by Anja Reumessel
Leandro is a dream child. It hadn’t been in my stomach for long and it was just as big as my hand when I knew: it’s my be-all and end-all. We are soul mates. We had just got through the first trimester, those critical twelve weeks when most miscarriages happen. I felt safe and looked forward to the first kicking in my stomach. Then came the diagnosis.