It hardly seems like it, but I have been back here already for 2 weeks! Just as I knew it would be, the thought of leaving home again was much more difficult while I was there. Once I arrived back here it didn’t seem so hard. Although everything is so familiar, as it should be after two years of living here, it is certainly different (and just a bit lonely) with the majority of my teammates gone. At the end of the year, when we all started packing for home, all the things and stuff we had collected over the last two years that certainly could not fit in our luggage allowance for the plane trip home, was mounded in a large pile known as ukay-ukay (free stuff). I occasionally find myself staring in consternation at people in the clinic who I see wearing or using the belongings of beloved teammates and roommates. Midwives show up on shift wearing familiar scrub tops, but they just aren’t on the “right” body. Probably in these moments, I feel the sharpest pangs of sadness. But on to happier topics…since arriving back I have caught my very first baby as a Certified Professional Midwife! She took what seemed like a long time coming – only arriving during the course of my 9th shift, when I felt for sure I was somehow repelling patients due to the number of shifts where no labours even darkened the door. Jamela Mae made a wonderfully undramatic appearance with her father praying unceasingly under his breath and her mother hardly making a sound from the time she arrived at the clinic until Jamela slid slowly into my hands. She knew her job well and ate heartily just minutes after arriving and was serenaded shortly after by her older brother (5 years old) and father as they sang songs together while waiting for mother and baby to be stable enough to transfer to the postpartum area. By the time I said goodbye at the end of my shift, I knew the wait had been well worth it. I couldn’t have had a more wonderful birth to start of the next couple of (hopefully busy) months.