Bjerga Hotell

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No, but I like the red one.

Not all red... the one with the backrest.

That's the one.

I don't think that's too much.

It's nice.

We'll start with 10 to 15 pieces

and see how we go.

Give my regards to New York...'bye!

Excuse me.

- Hi!

- Hi.

- How are things?

- Really good. Everybody's here.

Pity about the rain.

We spent an hour trying to get

that horrible tent thing up.

- What did they say about the baby change

table? - There's a few weeks delivery.

But I think that's better.

The other one was a bit wide.

OK.

- What's the matter?

- Don't worry, it's alright.

But what is it?

What's up?

Hello... my wife's due to have

a caesarean in 2 weeks...

She's just woken up... in severe pain.

She's Erika Ramn.

Yes.

It's not due at all.

- I don't know.

- Am I going to lose it or something?!

Come on now, we're there, darling!

- Come on, hold onto me.

- No, no, no!

Out you come...

just hang onto me!

- No, wait!

- Nearly there!

- I want to lie down!

- Just get inside!

See, we're almost there. Here we are.

Just through here.

Erika, can you try and lay back?

we have to take a scan of your stomach.

- I'm to have a caesarean.

- We have to do a CTG on the baby first.

If you can try to relax.

We'll just open a bit down there.

It hurts like hell!

It'll get better...

Concentrate on breathing.

- Oskar! Can...

- There you are!

Darling... it's all going to be fine!

Erika, try not to fight it.

Deep breath. That's the way.

- Calm down.

- Erika, Erika...

Your baby's heartbeat's a bit low.

What does that mean?

I'll see how much you opened up.

Am I having the caesar now, or...?

No, we have to see...

You have to have it.

- For Alexander. You need oxygen.

- You need to give birth now.

You are fully open and ready to give birth.

The baby's head has dropped down...

No, I won't have a normal birth!

Can't he just be taken out?

- We've booked it!

- But the baby is not well.

- I can have it done instead.

- The baby is not well!

- Here's the doctor. He'll check.

- I don't want to! I don't want to!

- I want my caesarean! - What are you

doing? We're to have a caesarean!

The baby has to come out now!

Darling, thins haven't worked out

as we thought.

There's been a change.

I'm to have a caesarean!

Tell them I won't have

a normal birth!

Erika, lift your legs!

Hold onto me.

It's okay, it's okay.

Erika...

There, there. Push now.

Erika, Erika, calm down!

Calm down. We're nearly there.

Good. Just keep breathing like that.

Great.

Your son showed signs of asphyxia

during labor.

There is some risk that he will

develop a permanent brain injury.

But we're doing everything we can

to help him in every way possible.

- Does he have to have all those things?

- Yes, he needs them.

- For how long?

- Unfortunately, we can't say yet.

Somebody must know, for God's sake!

You must know what the tubes are for?

But not how long

he'll need them.

Can you...?

Are there any doctors around?

Someone who's responsible?

Responsible for this situation.

Just what the hell is wrong?!

I can manage... Leave off!

Excuse me, is there a doctor here?

Will you just keep your hands off me!

Are you the one responsible here?

Responsible for all that over there?

I want to know what the tubes are for...

and how long he'll be like that.

I can't answer that at this stage.

Aren't you the responsible doctor?

I'm sorry, we just don't know any more.

Just tell me what's happened!

Of course! We SHALL sit down and...

What do you mean "SHALL"?

Can't you just tell me?!

We take things calmly, one step at a time.

It doesn't help...

I'll just park the car.

- Erika.

- I can't!

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

You need to talk about what's happened.

G'day. You ordered a baby's change table

I can't even think.

I can't even feel anything.

I read in the paper last week about a woman

who could choose...

what she wanted to feel

in different situations.

She had something wrong, so she had

no real contact with her surroundings.

She described her inner self

as being like a... hotel.

A hotel?

So, every morning she'd...

She'd wake up in a different room...

And if that one didn't suit her,

she'd simply shift into another.

She refuses to come to the hospital

to be with Alexander.

She says that this isn't her life

and she wants to exchange it.

That she wants to be somebody else.

I try to persuade her that

she mustnt think that way.

Is there something she might get involved

in, where the focus isn't purely on HER.

That's not the way we usually do it. That

would be more like a regular talk group...

with people with totally different

sorts of problems.

She could sit in and participate

in some other way.

Or I don't know how... but somehow.

Yes... I've got extended sick leave

'til spring.

The call it... "burnout".

She was on my back all day long, nagging

and screaming that things had to go faster.

On one occasion she lunged toward me

and I had a sort of panic attack.

But you have to look after yourself.

Stop and think.

Ann-Sofi, you took the bus here today.

Even though it was only 2 stops.

Then a whole lot of people got on

and it got so crowded.

But... I did it... two stops.

Much of what you have said here

is linked to "social shame".

Is that something you all have

concerns about?

Surely you can bring yourself

to hold him.

You could at least watch

while I hold him!

It's no problem for you to go in there...

But I can't understand why

you force me to come here.

Everything okay?

She still hasn't held him.

What's that to do with HIM?

Somebody hits me in the stomach. I fall

down on the floor and it's wet and cold.

So I huddle myself up... trying to protect my

body, my breasts, and my stomach, that way.

They say I'm the ugliest

in the whole school.

And they had this thing... this bottle...

...that they wanted to...

wanted to stick into me.

Then they say I have to open my legs.

So I do it.

It's cold and hard.

Afterwards, it bleeds a bit and I go out

into the playground again.

But nobody looks at me at all,

except...

Since I don't have kids,

family or anything at all...

...it all feels quite meaningless.

Including my life.

My problem is... the present... reality.

I hate reality!

Hello!

How've you been today?

It's so goddamn hard trying to keep

this all together, all on my own.

Erika...

So what would you like me to do?

Well?!

Act as though everything's normal?

As if nothing happened?

I don't know. Maybe I'd like you to...

I don't know.

Could at least accept that it's all

for real, that it's here... and now.

- Accept it?

- Yes.

So what do you think

would happen then?

I don't know.

You are so goddamned naive!

What do you think will happen?

We bring Alexander home,

and everything's OK again?

With tubes and machines...

and a lot of schedules to follow!

And a lot of people running

around all over the place.

What the hell do you want us to do?

HE IS NOT DEAD!

I'm sorry.

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