Today Was a Good Day

I just got home from the hospital a bit ago. My legs are killing me. Daily hardcore Zumba coupled with being on my feet all day is starting to get to me. Even though I’m exhausted, I’m super content. Today was a good day at the hospital, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. I’d been having a hard time getting the motivation to go to the hospital after a few particularly hard days, two of which involved witnessing still births. But today was different; I was able to push through whatever wall was keeping me from the hospital. I attended the brith of a woman who had a c section with her first child. She was very scared and was convinced she couldn’t do it. While she was in the expulsivo pushing, we were able to connect and I helped her focus. Despite the ruckus going on, she locked eyes with me and seemed able to focus on what I was telling her. When her baby was born, she was so relieved. But more than that, she seemed to be in awe of the fact that she had done it. That’s one of the things I love most about being here. These women are laboring without pain medication of any sort, alone, in a room with several other women. Often they go for several hours without anything to eat or drink and can’t get out of bed. When labor gets really rough, some of them are convinced that they can’t do it. They are weak, exhausted, and scared. But to see a woman overcome all that and give birth is so beautiful. That’s what keeps me going back to the hospital. Not because of the work I do, but the work I get to witness these women do. I am in awe of them every day.

Today it hit me that I only have ten more opportunities to witness this beautiful display of the true strength of a woman and I was a bit sad. But suffice to say, today gave me the boost I needed to really enjoy my last week and a half working in the hospital.