Moving to another country can be frightening. There are always so many differences that it can be almost overwhelming. Now try moving to another country while pregnant with your first child! Perhaps it’s a blessing that this is our first because we have nothing to compare it to.
This past weekend my husband and I had the opportunity to visit the hospital and receive a tour from our doctor of the floor where our daughter will be born. It was surprisingly small and the beds and equipment were older models. But they were, at least, well equipped and everything was very clean. There were no options for any of the latest delivery methods or techniques. There was one delivery room with only a bed a big light and a counter full of drawers containing the doctors needed equipment. We were told there were monitors and an incubator for the baby but another patient was
One of the most frustrating things about getting settled on the mission field is the language barrier. As we have worked toward renting a home, buying appliances and furniture, having things turned on and everything else there is to do, we have had to rely on others for help simply to speak.
Church is frustrating as well. We are attending a church that is already established here in La Paz while we are in language school and it can be very challenging to try and communicate. It is also difficult not understanding any of the service. It makes me miss our home church even more. I wish learning a new language was something we could all do overnight but unfortunately it, like many other things, takes time.
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We have been here in Bolivia for almost a week now and the challenges of settling in are keeping us as busy as we were as we left the States. For months before leaving we were making plans, packing and working on paper work. And then after finding out we were expecting we suddenly had to add maternity clothes and baby things to our already bulging luggage. Needless to say, we were still preparing to leave at the last minute.
The hardest part, however, was saying goodbye. As the weeks passed and our departure date came nearer and nearer our goodbyes began to friends and family. The hardest part was the weekend before we left as our final goodbyes to our closest family and friends were said.
And now here we are in Bolivia getting settled into a new country. These last few days have been full of preparations to live. We have looked