I was talking with my sister
last week telling her that I am so ‘agripada’. What is that? Gripe… the Spanish
word for every cold, flu, or allergy symptom . I pretty much knew that my
immune system was going to stall after traveling 12-13 hours every Friday and
Saturday in October. The schedule kind of went like this… Friday morning. wake
up at 6am, leave on the motorcycle taxi at 7:15, get to Santiago at 8:10, take
a public car to the bus station, get on
the 9am bus to Loma de Cabrera. Arrive at 12:30pm. Get off the bus and yell
Restauracion until some random guy says over here. Load up in the car/truck/van
that is going up the mountain and arrive in Restauracion at 1:30. Yes, that is
6 hours of travel! Wake up at 6:30 am on
Saturday morning, get to the corner by 7am to catch the bus going down the
mountain and repeat the 6 hours of travel back home. So, just what would make
me endure this travel schedule?
Me and my trusty motoconcho -Rafael, better known as Fe. |
I gave my word that I would
help with a prenatal class back in May. So, four weeks ago I made the first
trek from Baitoa to Restauracion, a small town just 10 minues from the Haitian
border. That’s where I met these sweet ladies.
Some of them live in the rural countryside others come over the border for
class. After trying to take attendance
on day one I realized that almost all of the ladies are illiterate, as they
looked up at me and asked would I mind writing their name for them. Some spoke Spanish, but most spoke Creole. Wow, how in the world are we going to do a prenatal class. We really had not anticipated that almost the entire class would be Haitian women. Honestly, I don’t know that they understood more than a word or two that was said. What I do know is that non-verbal communication is universal. Smiles, hugs, and true love and concern breaks every communication barrier. So we started out with about 12 women and by week four we were up to 21 women! Most kept coming back, some delivered along the way, some brought friends and Dr. Ricardo told me that they were understanding something be/c some started showing up in the hospital with the warning signs we talked about…. It hurts when I urinate, my baby isn’t moving, etc, etc.
So, yesterday I said goodbye
as we wrapped up our last class. The ladies agreed to a group picture so we
huddled up outside! Last night I reviewed the pic and I noticed the smallest
thing. The ladies are smiling., Like really SMILING. If you have seen many
pictures from the Caribbean these ladies don’t like to smile in pictures.
Everyone is always so serious when they take a picture. It’s just the smallest,
oddest detail, but to me it’s important. Sitting in this classroom, inside this
church, learning about their babies and more about their bodies I hope these
ladies felt safe, loved and cared for. Life for most of them is full of hard,
difficult realities. We talked about rest after having a baby but for many of
them they will be back out walking miles a day carrying tubs on their head,
trying to sell flip flops, avocadoes or peanuts, anything to have a few pesos
for dinner. I can only pray and hope
that the smile that brightens their face is reflective of having a few moments
of rest on this hard journey of life.