Early this morning we headed to the Masaya Community Hospital, the government subsidized hospital that serves the people of Masaya as well as surrounding areas. Over the past two weeks I’ve gotten accustomed to jumping out of bed to throw on my scrubs and tennis shoes before venturing out for the day. For the next 15 days in the hospital, we have to wear white coats over them. Looking in the mirror for the first time, I felt excited about my future career. I also felt like an imposter, completely unworthy at this point in my life to wear one.
In the US we are used to hospitals that are often almost unbearably chilly at time. The first thing I noticed walking into the operating room was how hot it was without AC. Next door to the operating room was a room with around 8-10 mothers who were holding their just-born babies along with a few nurses. If there are no unusual complications during the birthing process, mothers (even those who have C-sections) are sent home with their children within a few hours, as opposed to days.