We toured a hospital, including the birthing room just as a baby was breaching, and then post-natal care. Most striking was how quiet everyone was, even the women in the throes of labor. The next room had a woman holding a newborn, and the next cot held a woman who looked crestfallen. Surely she had lost her child or something had gone wrong, and her grief was a palpable contrast to the joy of the woman with child.
Then we saw a father holding one twin, and mother holding the other while an older sibling quietly and joyfully looked on.
It felt intrusive, this group of white strangers walking through people's lives at such an intimate time. We headed on to Kirin's home, where attached to the property was a pharmacy and more birthing rooms. She is a exceptionally hardworking physician in this community.
Friends, relatives and local dignitaries abound. Amazing dinner, and once again, Kirin's husband was very entertaining. I am struck by the generosity and kindness that seems so integral to the Nepali culture.
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