Missing Home

Okay, okay, I think I am officially homesick...I have been here for 2 ½ months, but it seems like 2 ½ years!(okay maybe not that long, but still)...the whole medical emergency involving my dad, made me realize how far away from home I really am, and how much I really do miss my family. Then there was a scary typhoon, a twister in the city right next to me...and this is only the beginning of rainy/typhoon/stormy season here in the Philippines. When I wake up in the morning to my clothes still wet from being washed the day before, a cockroach in the middle of the bathroom and a cold shower with a worm crawling out of the crack in the tiled wall, I just want to drop everything and catch the next plane outta here! Living in a third world country is like camping 24/7 and my family knows just how much I enjoy camping, not! LOL! But then when I am sitting around the table with the Filipino midwives eating original Filipino food right after a wonderful birth, or when I am with the labouring women being able to give them love that most have never received in their entire life, or when my hands touch the baby’s head as it is being born...those are the moments I cherish, that’s when I think for a second I could live here my entire life...but then it’s gone in a flash, when I am here in the clinic alone lying in my bed at night, I am counting down the days I have left till I come home. Mom, Dave, Dad, Kelly, Darby, Colten, Dayten, Kacie, Jason, Jeremy, Brandon, Shannon, Jenna, Jessica, G-ma, G-pa, all my sister in-laws, uncles, aunts, and nieces and nephews (did I mention I have a big family) I miss you guys so much! 171 more days till I come home...I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...

 This birth was so fast, my preceptor didn't make in time...

Brand  new mommy and baby

"Rain, rain go away, come again another day"

Look how safe I am in this area, the water level everywhere else were waist to head high!