Well, thanks to a private beach with a tiny bit of internet signal I am here again. Survived my first day at the hospital. Talk about a trip back in time! There are about 10 rooms in the maternity ward each room has 4 beds and there is a bathroom (one toilet and one shower) shared between 2 rooms....which makes long lines for the toilet. Imagine how many times that toilet flushes each night. I'm sure they don't get much sleep. I was told I would just be observing and learning this week, but within 2 hours was given my first patient. Taking vitals included using a glass thermometer...haven't used one of those since I was 12, and you should have seen her face when I told her to put it under her tongue! Guess that isn't how things are done. I began the day with a lovely midwife but spent most of it with a stern midwife who had no patience for my lack of understanding the language they speak (which is a weird mix of French spanish, and creole along with heavily accented English!) All is all it was a good day except for my poor patient who, though doing fine was not pushing fast enough though she delivered after pushing just one hour..,, I couldn't stand to watch the large episiotomy they cut on her!! I pray they don't ask me to do the same...I think I would have to object!! Well, signal sucks here, but we are alive and well! Mosquitos are coming out and it is almost dark so time to head back up to the house.