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| Inside the birth center as she was about to go home. |
For those of your following on FB, you've already seen this. It didn’t take me to have my own baby to name a child because I named my very first this week for a rape victim who was clueless when I asked her what she was naming her baby. It had been a long labor with this Mom and I particularly liked her because her English was pretty good and I had thus talked with her quite a lot. She told me she wanted a Western name and wanted me to choose. Ummm?? Poppy, Florence, Eliza and Genevieve are the names I gave her and the first to come to mind. Poppy was what she chose……..so Poppy it was, thanks in no small part to my friend Helen in Australia who recently named her little girl Poppy and I had seen her FB pictures that morning. Ha! I guess it was stuck in my subconscious.This is particularly memorable for me because it was my first birth as an official Certified Nurse-Midwife...who knew I would be naming my first!
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| We are laughing hysterically in this photo because during all the pictures she wanted to take, she was constantly stroking my breast. Here, breasts are definitely not covered or considered anything sexual like in the West, so it was completely culturally appropriate ... but hilarious nonetheless for Sarah and I. Maybe I should blog about sexuality differences here vs. home....And as an aside, Look at her Bicep!! These women are workhorses! |
Also, I was also officially adopted into a village this week
by a very wonderful TBA who thought it was horrible that I didn’t have a home
here. Rose, my “adoptive mother”, told me I should always have an answer for
when people asked me where I was from. It was a very flattering gesture and I
was honored. We shared a meal in her house together that she was so very proud
to extend to me. It’s the little things, you know … when people have so little
but so easily give….I have no excuses in my own life.
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