I guess I didn't really believe everything I had been told about what it is like to give birth in Africa. I keep telling myself that for every difficult birth, there must be dozens of easy ones. However, there is really nothing easy for anyone here. It would be condescending to say that many people are so poor, yet so happy. The people here are the REAL salt of the earth. The women work extremely hard and are unsure what to do when offered help with anything. But, when the offer is authentic, most will take my hand and allow me to provide small comforts. I've been offered a chicken and some cabbage and have made some friends who will help me create something that will be sustainable, long after I come home. Start saving your receiving blankets for me please... along with facecloths and baby towels. We have ways to get them back here. Project Softy's needs to begin now. The other bad shortage is blood pressure cuffs, stethoscopes and amnihooks (for the odd need). I still don't want to say alot about what I'm seeing. For some reason, I can't use my blog to process this stuff. Save to say that I will be in need of some serious recovery. At the same time, the thought of leaving and coming back to my cushy life seems almost too much to bare. My first catch, a boy has the name of Promise, whom I promise never to forget!
Love all around,
Diane
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