the poor decision to wear a thong, flowers, and getting past the past

My birth total has increased to six now. Today is a good day to recap because I have it off. I slept in until like 8 (ok, then 10). Yesterday I saw one beautiful birth with a woman who had a personality similar to mine I think. In the breaks between contractions, she would say funny and/or somewhat awkward things. It was cute. She was sweet, and her husband cried. Hell, I almost cried (yeah, not very professional, but THERE WAS A NEW BABY IN THE ROOM!) It occurred to me that before every birth I've seen, there are usually 4 people in a room, and then the room population actually INCREASES! How crazy of an idea is that? I guess not that crazy when you say it like that, but when you think of it, at least to me, it's a little mind blowing.
I got my first gift! A woman from a couple days ago and her husband came in with their little girl and gave me and the other hebamme flowers! I couldn't stop smiling, my day was totally made! They are so pretty and that meant absolutely so much to me...I can only imagine what I meant to them. It's weird because I might be in their stories about their kids for years to come! The American intern :D

Here's a picture of the cupcakes I baked for Maja's party last week. I am proud. :D

 Here's a picture of breakfast we get every morning in the break room at the Kreißsaal.

 This is what I did after work the other day. It was amazing.

I've met most of the Hebammen that work there, they are all so sweet and have this unbelievable quality about them. I went to a Besprechung (basically just a meeting with all of them that work there) and they are all really beautiful and elegant in their own way, confident, and have large eyes that hold on to your every word. They're all caring in their own ways, but each has their own way about them. I love it. I realize I am idealizing them, but I respect them all not in a way that they each accomplished something great, but in the way that their natural state of being is so conducive to the profession.

The day before yesterday I went to my first c-section. It was an experience because I've been to surgeries in the US before and this was just a variation on the theme. Sterile technique was the same (if not more sterile here, but they use all autoclaved metal instruments whereas we throw everything plastic away). However, what was very bizarre was changing! There was this bench thing that, once you had stripped down to your skivvies, you had to climb over to get into the sterile area where the surgery scrubs were and then seek out your size of scrubs and shoes and dress there. Butt naked. Needless to say, wearing a thong turned out to be a bad choice.

We saw the Great Gatsby auf deutsch last night. I wish I could identify less with Gatsby and just let the past stay there.
And, with that I shall leave you.

Bis gleich :)