Wow! It’s so hard to believe that I have been here a whole week already. The time seems to have flown by. After arriving, a number of us were billeted out amongst families already living here because of a Dengue fever outbreak in our dorm. We spent the weekend doing orientation at a beach resort here, which was a relaxing way to get to know each other – think information overload in the morning, and then beach time in the afternoon to process said information. Upon our return to the city, those of us who had been displaced were able to settle into our dorm. Sunday we were all able to attend church together. Five days after we arrived, we had our first class where we practiced taking each other’s blood pressure and attempted to find pulses. Following that, we had our first lesson in the local language. English being my first and only language, I am finding the thought of learning a whole new way of communication a bit daunting. On Tuesday morning I was up early for my first day in the birth room. Here I had the privilege of witnessing my very first birth. I don’t think I stopped smiling inside all afternoon, although on the outside I found that a lot of my training as a Unit Clerk on the cardiac unit kicked in as I tried to stay out of the way and be helpful as needed. It is neat to realize just how much God has guided my path here especially in my choices to train and work in a medical environment for the last two and a half years. Although the birth room is a lot different than the cardiac unit at a large hospital, a small family practitioners office, a dermatologist’s surgical practice, or an office where surgeries are scheduled, I am so thankful for all those places where I was trained and prepped for the opportunities I have today.