I felt the need to write, despite being utterly exhausted today. I wish I could blame it on my 1 month old son, but not this time.
Last night we had friends over for dinner. A few bottles of wine and a bottle of Port later, I’m going to bed at midnight, only to be woken up at least 3 times to nurse. (And just for the record, I helped with the wine consumption just a little bit, stopping myself at two glasses of wine and a half glass of port, not so much because of nursing but mostly because I wished to avoid the hangover.) I did manage to avoid the hangover, but have barely been able to keep my eyes open all day.
The things we do to maintain our social lives.
The friends who joined us for dinner are moving out of the country next month, so it was important to us that we see them before they leave. They are moving to Costa Rica for at least a year to work in an animal rescue clinic. It’s a huge move for this couple but one I have no doubt they will make work. It’s an incredible adventure and I am a little bit jealous of the freedom they have to make such a move. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change my life at all, I love my family and my work, but the thought of just picking up, putting my stuff in storage, hopping on a plane and living the expatriate life is for a while is really, really intriguing.
In all this “free time” I have now that I’m on maternity leave, I have been reading a lot of blogs on various subjects and find myself drawn time and time again to the MSF blogs. Reading about the work these doctors do abroad is fascinating. When I told my husband about it, he said he would love to pack up the kids, rent out the house and have all of us go to Africa for a year. He imagines I would work for MSF while he and the kids help build a house or something. Obviously we’d have to wait until the kids were older, but what an incredible experience that would be. To be able to leave the safety and comfort of my home and experience life in a developing country, to bring much-needed medicine and education – the thought of it just leaves me breathless. Could I really do something like that? Could I leave my practice, my home, my comfort zone? I’m really not sure, but I’d like to think I could.