the other day , my favorite surgeon
asked directly asked why I wasn't in theatre this week. I sadly explained to
him that we had rotations. although if it was up to me, I'd spend my first two
and half hours of the day in the ward then head straight to
theatre. Monday morning, I felt so terribly sick to my stomach that I
almost left Maitland shortly after arriving. after giving my body a half hour
to catch up to my mind set, I found the strength to enter the ward. while the
morning was tough, I soon found myself caring for the cutest four month old. as
I carried him around, trying to comfort his tears, everyone kept saying how
good of a mother I was. they looked confused when I explained he wasn't my
baby. one of the little girls even said how the baby was white like me. it's
interesting how everyone truly believed this was my baby even though he's been
a patient for weeks.
on Wednesday, I was sad to leave my
babies for a week. while in joburg, I couldn't help but think about my favorite
humans at Maitland.
in the midst of all the traveling,
my mind kept lingering on the thought of returning back to america. Cape Town
has become a home just as america is but in such a different way. Cape Town is
everything I've been dreaming about from entertaining tiny humans to eating
myself silly at old biscuit. often I find myself thinking about how my future
will be shaped by Cape Town. I imagine showing my children the art of food at
old biscuit, enjoying elephants at Kruger with my family. even so, I'm still
taken aback at how much kaapstad has changed my life.
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