The 2 yr old daughter of a Nepali doctor, here at the hospital, arrives to dinner worn on the back of her Didi (Nanny). They spend the days together when her parents are busy in surgery or receiving new patients into the hospital. They talk in Nepali to each other, Didi following the little girl all around. It’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
Every night all the doctors, nurses, midwives, engineers, tech gurus, and anyone else staying in the guesthouse eat dinner together. We come from all over the world. We eat three meals a day together. It’s always the same, rice, dahl, veggies. We get roti for breakfast and what us westerners would call “Chai” tea. It feels like family.
And although I’m currently sick, coughing, and a continuous runny nose, and I long for some good water pressure in the shower, and perhaps pizza and wine, I realize I don’t really want to leave in 2 weeks.
In fact when I saw cutie pie, Nepali toddler on her Didis back tonight tears started running down my cheeks. This wonderful experience, this tiny bit of momentum I have started here, I have to leave behind. Some people only do this kind of thing once in their life, if ever. I could not fathom the thought right now of never doing this again. Soooo much is still needing to be done. I thank God that I have met an amazing midwife here who will continue the momentum long after I have left. Who will keep storing those birth stirrups under the bed where they belong! 😉
Experiences like this do change you and for those that love the change, you don’t want to go back to normal. There is something beautiful about people from all over the world, all professions, living as a family and all working towards the same thing. There is something beautiful about connecting with other women, overcoming the barriers of culture and language on a daily basis. Coming together in pregnancy and birth. Where a touch, smile and backrub speak more than the thousand words their mother in law may be barking at them! And you think they don’t notice you, but the next morning on ward rounds, she is sitting on her bed, breastfeeding, and smiling straight at you.
Your heart just feels unbelievably full.
So it may have cost us our camper trailer, our boat, and much more to come sleep on the floor, eat rice, and have a trickle as a shower, but it is worth it. Cause I didn’t come here for that.
I came here for her…