It has been a busy week! In the very last minute before the clock ticked over to the 24th of January, a very brave and strong 15 year old girl eased a blue little baby boy into my hands. Dieneke was assisting and immediately went to work on the blue little guy, suctioning nasty meconium out of his nose and lungs. He still refused to give a cry and only blinked confusedly at the bright lights shining from above. A few puffs of oxygen induced a weak mewl. We hurriedly gave injections to both mother and baby, wrapped the baby up warmly in some clothes, and Dieneke set off to the hospital with the baby and his aunt. It was not exactly how I envisioned the birth of my 50th catch! I spent the rest of the night caring for a very tired mama, and gratefully climbed into my bed the next morning. I woke 4 hours later to survey the entirety of my possessions, collected over my one and a half years of life here, as I prepared to pack them up into boxes. Where to start? By the time I crawled once again into bed late that night, my desk looked barren, my closet was empty, and my cupboard desolate. Suitcases, boxes, and tubs littered bedrooms and hallways – the belongings of 12 midwives preparing to move house. The packing resumed when everyone woke the next morning. Loads of things began disappearing off to their new home. I left for swing shift and when I returned, the house echoed in its emptiness. A short 5 hours of sleep, and the moving began in earnest at 5:30 in the morning when the guards from the clinic arrived with trucks to begin hauling furniture. By 11, the moving was over and we arrived at the new house to find half our housemates waiting with piles of furniture all over the yard and a long table set up for an early picnic lunch. Chicken and rice never tasted so good. Then the work began again as we attempted to arrange and fit ourselves into our new surroundings. Things were moved, moved again, and then moved back. Miraculously, tempers remained in check most of the afternoon and debates came to peaceful resolutions. When the dust settled, 12 midwives, and most of their possessions were settled in a new home. For me, some sadness was still leftover. As nice it is to be much closer to the clinic (only a 5 minute walk), it was hard to leave a place that was home for a year and a half, the longest I have lived in one place since I left for bible school. The early days of this week have been filled with settling in, living without internet (good thing the coffee shops are close) and enjoying the quick walk to the clinic!