<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:16:25.688-11:00</updated><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S5W823-HYiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6SnJhveJFKQ/s320/Photo+6.jpg'/><title type='text'>ShiphraMidwife</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-2772891060878191308</id><published>2010-05-15T10:33:00.013-11:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:23:42.850-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh! The ending notes! So daunting! Well, hopefully I can keep the stamina to continue this into my life of Littleton. How do I sum up the events of the last month or so of Filipino living? You know what's so funny is that when it's not you the time seems like it goes so fast, but when it is you, it feels like an eternity. Well, here are at least some of the things that happened my last bit:&lt;div&gt;   1. Miranda came! We got a new intern who was a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S-8qz5NlrBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/k4E5idVN01Y/s200/103_0883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471639143297952786" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;perfect addition and I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; it was even as though we were all sisters with our ages going from 24 to 18 stair-steppi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ng 2 years between each of us. And sometimes we all felt like Jeri's little ducklings when we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were all together. Miranda had been learning midwifery for seven months before she came to our Shiphrah and had been in the Filipino culture the same amount of time, which was really nice because she was so helpful right off the bat since she was bringing pre-acquired skills with her. She even showed us some new fun things we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n't no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ticed before like buko juice sold on the streets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and massage salad made from k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amoti tops, kangkon, olive oil, calamansi juice, and peanuts!mmm. And the movies she brought worked as entertainment for many an evening at home. We all l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oved having Miranda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   2. I worked through some thoughts about midwifery and my future in the field. I realized that the core mission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; of Shiphrah was the empowerment of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the women and to give hospitality to the families- true hospitality. Midwifery has been simply a tool to aid in these core purposes. One nig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ht&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; right before Miranda came (which is sad because she heard about it constan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tly) we heard a man named Gordon Smith talk at the church I atten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S-8raxrh1bI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kPEIvGycK50/s200/IMG_5806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471639811290944946" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ded with Jeri and Sara. He talked about God's purpose for our lives and basically said that our passions should be considered when considering our future because we are not given those passions without reason. He asked the question of what makes us an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gry to help us find out what our passions ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e. Through all of this and the time that followed I realized how much of a transitional and growing stage of my life I am in. I'm not meant to know exactly what I think about everything right now. I'm meant to listen and to learn. I don't know what my core passions are. So, I am leery to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decide my future plans regarding midwifery and though opening a community supported birthing home in downtown Denver is attractive to me I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't want to settle on anything until I find my core passions that that might be the foundation for what ever I do. I realized that I don't wa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nt to be a midwife just to pay the bills and prove to my relatives that I did something with my life. I need something far more substantial than that. I need a reason to care for these women and thier fami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lies and I know that through life-experiences I'll realize my true passions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  3. Marli, Kim and all the midwives took a lovely trip to the beach, while Jeri, Deborah, Miranda, Becky, new friends of ours, Naomie an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d Red, and I stayed at the birthing home to Paanakan-sit. We sat around, got to know Red and Naomie who run a couple houses for women who need homes, ate Deborah's delicious salad, and took care of any women who wondered i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n. We had two labors, which ended in two transports. Becky's husband brought their project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or screen, spaghetti, and desert, and we had a movie night! It was a fun time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 4. I got some la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;st-bit-of-time-in-the-Philippines list done, which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;incl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uded, visiting Red and Naomie's homes for mothers, visiting the convent (I'd never been to a convent before) where we got a special tour, learned suturing on chicken breasts, acquired  basic I.V. training, learned injections, ate a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last home-made tortilla dinner, which Sara p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lanned just for me because of how much I love that meal, played soccer with the neighborhood boys, hung out with Hope and Leah one last time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S-8rwnucLEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AtCA2rIfTbM/s200/IMG_5846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471640186575924290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baked cookies with Kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; at her cousin's house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; went to SM TayT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ay mall on a jeepney on one of the only rainy nights there were in the dry season, and then proceded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; to dance and scream in t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he rain the whole way u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p the hill, enjoyed last prenatals, lead the prenatal exercises, and had a graduation/ thank you to the midwives ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S-8sbRr13FI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pcNtxUgEFbs/s200/IMG_5808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471640919393819730" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. For our graduation ceremony we had a list of things that the midwives told us we couldn't graduate without doing. We couldn't graduate unless we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; learned the song Bahay Kubo, which lists all the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vegetables, so:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S-8tNvBg3hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ALekrjU15-Y/s320/DSC03072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471641786262806034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim and I sang let's just say our own version of the song and threw in as many veggies we knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to handwash o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ur own clothes, which we had finally gotten the hang of and been doing for a while. And eat balut. The following video may be traumatizing and not appropriate for younger, weaker-stomached people. You ask us to eat a fertalized duck still in the egg with feathers on it. We eat a fertalized duck still in egg with feathers on it. Look up "Kim and Lauren's Encounter with Balut in the Philippines" on youtube.com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes that was the worst thing I've ever been through. No nothing has ever been worse. No, don't try this. Ever. Anyways, the rest of the ceremony included a watermelon acting as a baby bathing contest, inactments by all the students of funny even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S-8uGBWzMvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-MhjajxjtQo/s320/DSC03074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471642753256600306" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ts that had happened at the Paanakan including the burial of a doppler accidental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ly in with the placenta. And graduation certificates that were signed by all the midwives -so precious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 6.  One of the last births I was involved in I was actually not catching. No, I was in, "the best place in the world," as Jeri calls it. I was sitting behind the woman supporting her while she was pushing on the birthing stool. In this place you can feel all this immense strength the woman is giving and you can be there for her to lean back on and rest between contractions and you can see everything she can see. Her husband was at work or something. Kim was catching the baby and Miranda was recording. It was such an awesome feeling of being a team with these wonderful women as we helped this strong woman give birth. It just felt s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S_GUcvf2YdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Icwi_JJmS_Q/s320/IMG_5887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472318243739165138" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o right. One funny moment during the birth was when almost simultaneously we noticed a cock roach that was slinking around the birthing bed and all over the room. I said to Miranda if it touched me she had to KILL it! We were trying so hard to not alarm the mother and so all of this was conveyed in whispers and facial expressions. The little terrorist disappeared eventually and was soon forgotten. After the birth, since the mother didn't have much for her baby, I ran down to my room and retrieved a package sent by my mother holding two quilts a friend of hers had made for families without much. I asked the mom, which one she liked and explained who had made them and that it was a special gift for her. She was so happy and I heard Ate Grace saying how nice it was for Lauren's friends to send such a special gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  7. Last night we went to Jeri and Sara's for a dinner of pizza! We all ordered the yummy stuff, shared our balut video(afterwards as to not upset anyone's appetite), and said goodbye to the Gustafsons, and began a girls all-nighter party! We opened a bottle of wine, watched Leverage shows, which has been a tradition of Sara's and mine, watched the "Delivery" episode of "The Office", did henna, had a squatting competition, and generally partied! Darren came to pick me up and as I sat in the front seat and waved goodbye I was overwhelmed at having 5 women I loved so much standing there and knowing I was leaving them-though not forever. It was a powerful feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  8. In the airport I proceeded to continue henna on myself. I wrote "Miles Ahead" on my ankle which is from a Myles Davis album-the last thing I listened to in the car on the way to the airport. Now I'm just seeing what will come my way in the miles ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell Philippine adventure. Hello the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-89f5ece73c847544" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D89f5ece73c847544%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D87A7F6E635652B23D17189149FF756F7CB01C3B.52193E071E624319719A1395062FA752483EDA0E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D89f5ece73c847544%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2HiGkOMRbhjM03d7MhO65f-zLpc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D89f5ece73c847544%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D87A7F6E635652B23D17189149FF756F7CB01C3B.52193E071E624319719A1395062FA752483EDA0E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D89f5ece73c847544%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2HiGkOMRbhjM03d7MhO65f-zLpc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-2772891060878191308?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2772891060878191308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-ending-notes-so-daunting-well.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/2772891060878191308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/2772891060878191308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-ending-notes-so-daunting-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S-8qz5NlrBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/k4E5idVN01Y/s72-c/103_0883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-3499018086513350664</id><published>2010-03-26T17:02:00.011-11:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:48:44.091-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sundrenched World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to the birthing home here are some pictures of what I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S62FbafXl0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/RvJ_LnELcXg/s1600/DSCN1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S62FbafXl0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/RvJ_LnELcXg/s320/DSCN1323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453161429829392194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am measuring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S62gJdPzTPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QrjUU4SL-RM/s200/DSC02469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453190808145710322" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; the woman's belly to make sure she's growing. The midwife on the right will recheck what I do.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             I am cleaning the instruments after a birth. Dirty business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S62Q7y78BXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vB7CAamMD9I/s200/DSCN1295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453174080775390578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Kim and I were extremely excited &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about the fake pelvis and adjoining &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  baby doll.  It's great for learning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is at the graduation for the women who came to every "seminar" we had. The seminars include nutrition, childcare, birth, breast feeding, reproductive health care and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S62a_aqRoVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/o_F-hCtoClQ/s200/DSCN2643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453185138094612818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These women have been very committed to coming every week. We give them a party, with food, games, gift bag of baby supplies, and a certificate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    One of the games we had consisted of two dads &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                              having to dress a panda&lt;/div&gt;while blindfolded with the direction of his wife. It was hilarious!&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S62dSGgc7AI/AAAAAAAAAFE/c0qyyYTBCuY/s200/DSCN2626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453187658125470722" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of our students at the birthing home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought us a new refrigerator! This has been really nice! We now have ice and we can put our water in to be cooled and we are able to buy more things that have to be refrigerated. It's really funny; we shorten refrigerator to "fridge" and the mid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S62etgnnNEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZJOwEZlJOVg/s200/DSCN2159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453189228502922306" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wives shorten it to "ref". : )  This is Jorge the mission driver showing the excitement we all shared over the new appliance! Se the size difference! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  This week we gained a new apprentice, Miranda, which makes four of us! It's great to have these relationships here with girls so like minded. Miranda is really enjoyable to be around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so great living and working here. Being such apart of these women's lives. It comes with struggles too, but the midwives are so gracious and care so much about us apprentices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-3499018086513350664?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3499018086513350664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/sundrenched-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/3499018086513350664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/3499018086513350664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/sundrenched-world.html' title='A Sundrenched World'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S62FbafXl0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/RvJ_LnELcXg/s72-c/DSCN1323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-6716341263951664488</id><published>2010-03-14T20:40:00.012-11:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:58:45.643-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of the Elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S53rqWYmgcI/AAAAAAAAADU/H6S06v3cxL0/s200/IMG_5669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448770236983968194" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S53u59KYwoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ne0IsM_Znc8/s200/DSC02742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448773803626250882" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S53rJ4jpgLI/AAAAAAAAADM/OFuGgOAuKr0/s320/IMG_5492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448769679221424306" /&gt;After arriving at our hostel Kim and I went out to eat and meandered through the market around the corner. The first thing I noticed about Thailand was the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;aestheticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of the country. It was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;beautifu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;   So, of a country I thoroughly enjoyed here are the things I really enjoyed of it: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;night market; We were both overwhelmed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;the beautiful cloths and crafts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S53tmtn_mqI/AAAAAAAAADs/z36Tra-ezLY/s200/IMG_5530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448772373526321826" /&gt;                                                                                                             the Thailand markets to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                             Let's just say I have a new                                                                                                                            wardrobe! Just kidding.....sort of.&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S532QUUrcPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GZrrcN8HA1Q/s200/IMG_5566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448781884381950194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;fresh food and juice from the street vendors; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;flower market&lt;/span&gt;; I bought a bouquet of roses and Kim orchids, both amazingly cheap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S53tnAVS6wI/AAAAAAAAAD0/H88RjGOchr8/s200/IMG_5585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448772378548169474" /&gt;                                                &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;                                                river rides,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S53tntunXSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4abyqlyjUaQ/s200/IMG_5552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448772390733962530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                            &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;                                                              beautiful golden temples;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S53tmZ5cE7I/AAAAAAAAADk/C-DjUmEZYP0/s1600-h/IMG_5525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S53tmZ5cE7I/AAAAAAAAADk/C-DjUmEZYP0/s200/IMG_5525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448772368230781874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 reflexology and Thai massages, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                               eating grasshoppers and silk worms;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a433c9dae73ad58" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a433c9dae73ad58%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70323843072FA31C9069C184DB066165F3F86BCE.7E7A1BDE743A0550D68A1D90F39071C73D49EF71%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a433c9dae73ad58%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D10kvsgZNcjvvxi3bhNM8jER_GOg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a433c9dae73ad58%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70323843072FA31C9069C184DB066165F3F86BCE.7E7A1BDE743A0550D68A1D90F39071C73D49EF71%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a433c9dae73ad58%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D10kvsgZNcjvvxi3bhNM8jER_GOg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we met a  backpacking couple, Courtney and Lee, over breakfast at our hostel and after a day or two set up a night to go out for dinner and while sitting near the road we saw a bicycle vendor selling bugs and grabbed a mix bag for 20 bhat. We didn't realize it was buying us an evening of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S6YU-x2CcNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/L2ZNBnrLqJg/s200/DSC02658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451067467742998738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Little India&lt;/span&gt; where we bought incense, bought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;henna&lt;/span&gt; and got henna done on our arms, and enjoyed excellent &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;samosas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                   We loved this visit and yet when we hopped                                        into the taxi and heard "Nobody Nobody but You" on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              radio and were able to call our taxi driver "Kuya", we felt we were                                                                                 returning to some sort of home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-6716341263951664488?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/6716341263951664488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/land-of-elephant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/6716341263951664488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/6716341263951664488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/land-of-elephant.html' title='Land of the Elephant'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S53rqWYmgcI/AAAAAAAAADU/H6S06v3cxL0/s72-c/IMG_5669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-2705456567380186021</id><published>2010-03-08T02:41:00.006-11:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:16:07.743-11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S5W823-HYiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6SnJhveJFKQ/s320/Photo+6.jpg'/><title type='text'>from one adventure to the next!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every time I write on here again I think to myself; has it really been that long? The past month or so has flown by as I expect the rest of my time here to do. So, no boring with long details as I sometimes default to, the past month I have:&lt;div&gt;             1. enjoyed a spontaneous trip to China Town on Chinese New year and encountered the thrill of the dragon (quite literally in my face), did some jewelry shopping, had the best siopao! What an adventure! I felt like a little girl at a theme park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S5UAKt25x1I/AAAAAAAAACs/ooC0dQEwpUI/s320/DSC02345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446259508483049298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Started forming more of my own ideas about being a midwife and what my purpose is as a midwife. I realize that I need more motivation than just to be a midwife. It's still not all written out or anything, I have a lot of thoughts spin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ning in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Encountered more frustration and sorrow- reality check for a midwifery student. Last week we had a woman come in for her normal checkup at 36 weeks. When no heartbeat was found with the doppler the midwives sent her to get an ultrasound. She returned that afternoon with tears streaming down her face. What could we do? When everyone had done right at the end of the day all we could do was be there surrounding her in love. Also, one of my continuety of care women was transported, and a woman I had been with for many hours of her labor was also. When you put so much into something, emotionally and physica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lly and mentally letting go is pretty rough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 4. My sister visited me! I learned so much from her and had a ton of fun. I was a little nervous about her coming just because I feel I've changed a lot. We had a great time though! The time was so short however. Enough to go to the movies, spend a day at prenatals, see the Intramuras, go to the beach and attend church and the sunday market and have lunch and listen to Jeri and her students discussing their community developm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ent projects, and chat with Sara. I am so grateful she came so that I can be understood when I came home and act like a nut! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up next is my trip here in Thailand to record. So far it feels like I'm in a fairy tale so get excited! : ) Carpe Dieme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S5W823-HYiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6SnJhveJFKQ/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446466975297921570" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-2705456567380186021?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2705456567380186021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-one-adventure-to-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/2705456567380186021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/2705456567380186021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-one-adventure-to-next.html' title='from one adventure to the next!'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S5UAKt25x1I/AAAAAAAAACs/ooC0dQEwpUI/s72-c/DSC02345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-4018950776476132028</id><published>2010-02-07T16:29:00.008-11:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:49:15.872-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After Christmas I went to the beach with Leah, her sister Melissa, and Hope. We visited a spot called puerta galera. It was a very relaxing time and as my second beach trip of my life, I enjoyed it very much. Sailing along on the ferry to and from the destination I understood the power and majesty of the waves as never before. Being from a land locked state it was therapeutic to watch the defiant waves-servant to no human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6f7209ebe0da91e5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6f7209ebe0da91e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EFC8D2EF3480D22E040979AAE8C9ACACCE0FC63.43992B8094BA27D3A322280FDB1335028E1565D2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f7209ebe0da91e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLpNmn74TpYc6SvqLfmF4mOw-kOc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6f7209ebe0da91e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EFC8D2EF3480D22E040979AAE8C9ACACCE0FC63.43992B8094BA27D3A322280FDB1335028E1565D2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6f7209ebe0da91e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLpNmn74TpYc6SvqLfmF4mOw-kOc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Vacation was great, but getting back to work was wonderful! Going to the beach was a great break but equally as valuable or more was the feeling that I don’t want to lay on the beach my whole life and I do want to learn, work, and live in the birthing home now. So, coming back the next few weeks were the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;weeks here of my time thus far. I had energy and was eager to continue living the experience that I came here to live! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   I have now been in on 33 births and handled (caught) 23 of them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   About two and a half weeks ago a girl named Kim came to the birthing home. We hadn’t known when she was coming or really much at all about her. She mov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ed in and it’s been great! We have started a few little rituals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;together including starting the day off well with a nice breakfast and eventually that has turned into us buying our food and eating together, which has helped me to eat much healthier! It’s really fun to make nice breakfasts. Since I have always had night time rituals i.e. adventures in odyssey with my siblings before bed and reading a psalm before going to sleep with my roommates this summer at Summit, we started working on some yoga poses and reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S2-In9i2cPI/AAAAAAAAACM/u2gwK_HReDU/s320/IMG_7181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435713495376490738" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a short story by George Mcdonald before bed. We are trying to make a rit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ual Office watching night, which is so much fun, because I had been watching the office before on my own and didn’t have anyone laughing with me. So, Kim has definitely been a breath of fresh air for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   For my birthday I was really hoping to be able to deliver a baby even though I had some plans for the day with Jeri, Sara, and Deborah. A woman came in close to midnight on the 21st. Her contractions didn’t seem to be very strong so I went to lay down for a few winks of sleep (a habit I’ve since stopped), Lornie came in and told me she was fully and I got up and checked my phone, which said 12:08. Yay! my birthday, right? Well, I go into the room and the clock was about 20 minutes slow, the baby was born about 5 minutes later and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Kim and I are the only ones to know that this baby though recorded to be born on the 21st was really born on the 22nd! Later that day her mother hemorrhaged and was sent to the hospital so we’ve had quite a bit of baby time with her. Her name is S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S2-Ji4sVLEI/AAAAAAAAACU/6U3IBqUTbKM/s320/IMG_7213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435714507686358082" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;amantha and we call her Ebon, which means bird in Tagalog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Other than that great experience I went with Deborah, Sara, and Jeri on a girls day out to Mega Mall, where we started the day off with Starbuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s, shopped, had some fantastic  noodles for lunch and got sung to surprisingly at Krispy Kreme’s! Then later had a wonderful dinner with Sarah and Uchay at Jeri's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S2-LNXkaKhI/AAAAAAAAACc/OmzSTQWdhIw/s320/IMG_7158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435716337040763410" /&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Currently I am working o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;n be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ing more proactive in the birthing home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jeri has been meeting with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; us at the birthing home every Thursday afternoon to discus births and ask questions, which has been so helpful. Both Kim and I are meeting with women who will become our continuity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. Though I only have 3 more months (I’m half way, wow!) I will be meeting with these women at each of their prenatal check ups and therefore will have a better relationship with them and will have such greater labor and birth experiences with them as a midwife student. Kim and I have an area on our cabinet door where we put things that will encourage us. Here’s one of the quotes we put up. “ But helping a woman in labor involves much more than these simple tasks. It involves empathy, intuition, and inspiration; it is an art.“ It’s so encouraging to know that though we aren’t midwives officially we do h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ave opportunities to let these women feel loved and valued and give them a great birthing experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   Someone asked me last week if from this experience I was thinking of becoming a midwife. Well, I’ve wanted to be a midwife since I was four, but yes this experience has confirmed it! I love midwifery. I love helping women with something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S2-NIE8unBI/AAAAAAAAACk/_-jLa46mHP0/s320/IMG_7224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435718445166402578" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;so intimate, being such a support in her largest struggle. It is the highest career I could pursue. It’s more than a career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Now, since yesterday we have a new addition to the midwife student team. Her name is Marli. It’s nice to be able to help  others and relate to them and help them with what I also experienced when I first came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-4018950776476132028?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4018950776476132028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2010/02/after-christmas-i-went-to-beach-with.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/4018950776476132028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/4018950776476132028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2010/02/after-christmas-i-went-to-beach-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/S2-In9i2cPI/AAAAAAAAACM/u2gwK_HReDU/s72-c/IMG_7181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-1706058295793657938</id><published>2010-01-02T22:20:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:24:42.151-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in the Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Christmas in the Philippines: How to explain? There are several interesting traditions the Filipinos hold that, forgive me if you like them, I think are rediculous! First is one called a “Merry Christmas”. The phrase has been turned into a verb here and is similar to trick or treating, but is basically the poor going to the nicer (middle class) houses and begging. Second, is a Spanish tradition called Noche Buena and it is a feast held at midnight of Christmas Eve. My question is who wants to eat at 12 o’clock at night? Third, is something I forget the name of; it’s where one attends 9 masse&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;s before Christmas at 4 in the morning in order to get one wish. Also, the Filipino Christmas lasts really from Christmas day till January 6th, which is another holiday called Three Kings Day or just Kings Day, giving us twelve days of Christmas. So you can see that in the midst of palm trees and sunny days I am surrounded by people crazy about Christmas with their odd traditions. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;  Now one thing that has been fun being here is learning different family’s traditions-little ones that is. Do you have Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve or Christmas day? Do you do stockings or as my new Romanian friend does it shoes by the door? Do you have a special breakfast like cinnamon rolls? and etc? It makes me think of the traditions I’d like to do with my own family some day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;   So, for Christmas Eve I helped bake home-made buns and started making the eggnog recipe that my mom gave to me over skype. I got on an FX and met up with Hope and Leah and Hope’s mom and Aunt and Leah’s sister Melissa for dinner at a mall near the church I’ve been attending. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d4c24a9b02605279" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4c24a9b02605279%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48AB76F231E5528A8BF638579252AA2301CD8C82.56F69BEB9992A4941F8B1AC553D0B2E79F0B9833%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4c24a9b02605279%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc6MGiHgEbYUXT60WoL5rQG7hRx8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4c24a9b02605279%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48AB76F231E5528A8BF638579252AA2301CD8C82.56F69BEB9992A4941F8B1AC553D0B2E79F0B9833%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4c24a9b02605279%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc6MGiHgEbYUXT60WoL5rQG7hRx8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;We ate dinner and then headed over to a wonderful Christmas Eve service at the church at 10 o’clock where we all lit little candles and sang Christmas songs together and read the Christmas story. It was really beautiful. Afterwards we caught a cab back to Leah and Hopes temporary residence ( a missionary’s house who was out of town for the holidays) and there Leah and Melissa included us in on their family’s Christmas tradition of getting new matching pjs and wearing them. : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;  Christmas morning I woke up early walked to the gate with Leah caught a cab to the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt; FX station and rode back in time to help with “Merry Christmas”. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d095d7ac593e028" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d095d7ac593e028%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EE4D12DD8EB90D9F133172741A0EECF954E6EC.676B3863888147624896624A375F7E95B59C3A3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d095d7ac593e028%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPfZR8GS7ZDswGarmsiv2j08BO8s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d095d7ac593e028%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EE4D12DD8EB90D9F133172741A0EECF954E6EC.676B3863888147624896624A375F7E95B59C3A3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d095d7ac593e028%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPfZR8GS7ZDswGarmsiv2j08BO8s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;We handed out 7 tons of rice, many balloons, crayons, and toys. After this I took a little nap and then we headed off to Deborah and Darren’s house where we had cinnamon rolls and fruit for breakfast and opened stockings. They made me feel so included in their family and pro&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;vided me with a stocking of my own &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;that was full to the top and a gift from Sandy Claus who was the traditional gift giver of Jeri’s family growing up. We then headed back over to Jeri’s house for present opening and preparation for Christmas dinner. Around 3:15 we had people show up for the dinner and I started &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;the finish of my eggnog. Eggnog is not sold in this country so it was a special treat to have it especially for those who’ve been here for several Christmas’s. So all the women just took over the kitchen and wala we had a beautiful and delicious Christmas dinner! Jeri, Sara, and I cleaned up the last bit of dishes (most had been done throughout the day by guests mostly). And that was my Christmas. I might add that I wore a short-sleeve blouse and shorts the whole day!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-1706058295793657938?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1706058295793657938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-in-philippines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/1706058295793657938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/1706058295793657938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-in-philippines.html' title='Christmas in the Philippines'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-4873425141280513862</id><published>2009-12-26T21:31:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:41:37.266-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Party!</title><content type='html'>For Christmas the birthing home and baby home had a celebration about a week before Christmas. Each home had their staff come up with a dance and the birthing home workers did a traditional Filipino dance which they suckered me into! We practiced all week and even got the costumes for it. Here is the footage of the final dance.Before our little dance, for a gift to the midwive's  Christmas present I took them out to a mall for lunch, while Jeri and Deborah watched the birthing home. They loved it and it was really fun. &lt;div&gt; Now this last week I did a lot of shopping for Christmas (normally I'm good about getting that done much earlier but as it hasn't felt like Christmas I started much later). Jeri, Sara, and I went to a mall that has a market on the inside half of which is pearl market. We had fun there though the Christmas crowds were rather crushing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Tuesday night I went back to the birthing home to sleep. I was up later than the midwife and mother of a midwife who were in my room watching a tv show with earphones. I put everything away at about eleven and laid down to get some sleep. I was laying on my stomach with my face towards the window, which is just a large screen basically that makes up most of the wall. there is a glass window pane that I could close, but to catch some cool breezes it stays open. I had closed my eyes and randomly opened them. A black silhouette of a man stood less than two feet from my face with the screen between us. My whole body went completely warm for a second and then I started yelling at him, saying "Hey!" with as loud a voice as I could muster. Why I didn't just scream I don't know. He still stood there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; after the first yell and then ran off when I got out of bed and started yelling "Help!" The midwife and Nanay woke up and moved me to the bottom bunk. They woke the other midwives and covered the windows up with pillows. I just laid there crying and trying to be quiet as one of the midwives checked all the windows and saw the man go into a shed we have in the back. You know, I've had a scared sensation at night sometimes but this was the first time my fear had a legitimate reason and that was a horrible feeling. We stayed awake watching and listening and we had the husband of one midwife  and some of the midwives go out side to make sure he was gone. Around four in the morning I found that I had fallen asleep and again was clutched by fear until the sun started to rise. We figured that because of Christmas coming up people were just getting desperate and maybe heard that there was an American living at the paanakan and went to see what they might be able to steel. We plan to put up curtains in that room. I do feel gratitude for my safety. What if I h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adn't opened my eyes at that moment or what if he had found a way into the building? I believe God protected me. I see how fragile we humans and our extravagant precautions for safety are. People tell me to be safe, but other than taking a couple simple measures for safety I don't really have much control over my situations. I mean something similar happened to my 17 year old sister in Colorado and to my cousin in Alabama. So, it's not just where I am, but who is watching out for me. I don't believe in being an idiot and jumping out into traffic, but why live life in fear? No, I trust the plans made for me and therefore have no need for fear of the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  On Wednesday I got my visa renewed and helped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SzctvoXdb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5C4Iz35DWCs/s320/DSCN0310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419850972876599186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; blow up balloons for the Merry Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-4873425141280513862?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4873425141280513862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/party-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/4873425141280513862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/4873425141280513862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/party-party.html' title='Party Party!'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SzctvoXdb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5C4Iz35DWCs/s72-c/DSCN0310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-8711357539643187983</id><published>2009-12-26T21:17:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:31:23.338-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fulfillment and Sleeplessness</title><content type='html'> After my 10th birth I was able to start really getting involved. I checked babies' heartbeats consistently, caught babies, cut cords, checked postpartum moms, and learned baby checkups ! I am finally fulfilling the dream I've had since I was four years old to be a midwife's apprentice. I'm learning to have  different sleep patterns. I sleep when I can and a hard/deep sleep at that. Once I had a birth in the morning two that night and one the next morning. There was another birth that after noon but the midwives didn't wake me because they figured I needed my sleep, which I was very grateful for and anyways I had another delivery that night. It has really been a wonderful experience doing what I've always wanted to do.  For a little while now I've been taking a bit of a Christmas vacation and am not spending time at the birthing home. And Tuesday I leave for a beach trip with some friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-8711357539643187983?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8711357539643187983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/fulfillment-and-sleeplessness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/8711357539643187983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/8711357539643187983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/fulfillment-and-sleeplessness.html' title='Fulfillment and Sleeplessness'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-122518541725857063</id><published>2009-12-10T19:07:00.005-11:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:06:49.468-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky and Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SyHnEv16FnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yIK0S_uYo1o/s1600-h/IMG_6995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SyHnEv16FnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yIK0S_uYo1o/s320/IMG_6995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413862295824111218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's one of the families who delivered at our birthing home. They named their son Rocky, which made me think of the Beetle's song Rocky Raccoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-122518541725857063?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/122518541725857063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/10th-birth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/122518541725857063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/122518541725857063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/10th-birth.html' title='Rocky and Company'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SyHnEv16FnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yIK0S_uYo1o/s72-c/IMG_6995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-1453244731995406151</id><published>2009-12-02T19:29:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:43:24.692-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Masarap!=delicious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f1ebf784642aeeb5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1ebf784642aeeb5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D568FF96E554E8CEFE7198BC0080C573C5C5E027.41915DE0AE06D9F2ABE5FC354BEFD8C6457516%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1ebf784642aeeb5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS5shjNj15914_uzmrnJkuR5W0dY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1ebf784642aeeb5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D568FF96E554E8CEFE7198BC0080C573C5C5E027.41915DE0AE06D9F2ABE5FC354BEFD8C6457516%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1ebf784642aeeb5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS5shjNj15914_uzmrnJkuR5W0dY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Good week! On Saturday I went to the house where our Bible study is held and we had another Thanksgiving dinner ( I had one at Jeri's house on Thanksgiving Day) and decorated their Christmas tree and had a children's choir come over. The children were from an organization that takes street children and gives them schooling and talent training such as singing to help them contribute to their family and prepare some form of career for the future. They were beautiful, however my camcorder was behind them so I couldn't record the performance. They had wonderful voices. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday I went to a market after church that has wonderful Filippine made products and yes many of you are going to get gifts from there. :) After getting home to Jeri's house Sarah (Jeri's daughter) lent me a tv show series called Leverage, which I am addicted to! You should check it out! Monday I found my way back to the birthing home via jeepney (yes I am very proud of myself! : ) On Tuesday (prepare to be jealous) I got a massage at a Thai place. It was wonderful and only 5 dollars! I then had dinner with my friends for Hope's birthday. &lt;div&gt;  The first video is of all the daughters of the midwives who first laughed at me when I started a workout then joined in. It was so funny having all these little ones immitating me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  It's been a good week for another reason and that is that I am feeling much more useful around here. On Monday I went to the baby home and sang (out of tune) Christmas carols. One of the babies, Cindy, started trying to sing along, which was quite adorable as she is only 4 months old. It was great to be able to give something even if to a baby that won't remember where she got her beautiful Philippine Idol winner voice from. I also realized many things that I'm learning and how I'm changing, which is very rewarding. It's nice to see that this adventure has purpose. I'm learning things about how I relate to people and my motives and my impact on people and many other revelations.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2d99c0ea8f0c019d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d99c0ea8f0c019d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8406BD57763D3922E894F0EE98CA74D24EC4DCDF.19A7984ECF4CBE6B785A3B75B03587701EC47148%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d99c0ea8f0c019d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DarEKbeSpPhuDzZzHv79K1yOuZb8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d99c0ea8f0c019d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8406BD57763D3922E894F0EE98CA74D24EC4DCDF.19A7984ECF4CBE6B785A3B75B03587701EC47148%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d99c0ea8f0c019d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DarEKbeSpPhuDzZzHv79K1yOuZb8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This video is of going into the city where I bought some things from the largest market in Manila called Divisoria. I had a sore throat for the rest of the week from the pollution. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-1453244731995406151?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1453244731995406151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/masarapdelicious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/1453244731995406151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/1453244731995406151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/masarapdelicious.html' title='Masarap!=delicious!'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-7126850856036648444</id><published>2009-11-23T14:13:00.006-11:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:06:16.239-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahal Kita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/Sws1Vg3aO6I/AAAAAAAAABg/U1B9H9DNEBI/s1600/Photo+407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/Sws1Vg3aO6I/AAAAAAAAABg/U1B9H9DNEBI/s320/Photo+407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407474421304277922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for an update!&lt;div&gt;This last week was hard on me, as I didn't have much internet access opportunities and everything feels different and I felt out of place. One comfort to me has been pilates and music. I found this place where they hang their laundry and which faces the back yard (tropical jungle!) to do my pilates. I have seen 5 more births! And I found a cure for my hand. Saturday I got on an FX, which is a large type of car that they shove full of people and drive to a certain destination! I went to meet my friends whom I had met at church and spent the night at one of their apartments. I feel like I'm getting better at public transportation and would really like to get it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; down so I have freedom to go where I will. As far as public transportation goes there are four ways: Trikes; motorcycles that have a seat atached so that you can fit probably 5 to 6 people, FX, Jeepney; an extended jeep that they also shove full of people and stop whenever they see a random person on the side of the street who looks like they need a ride ( you guys seriously ought to look these things up on youtube)., and taxis. The traffic is absolutely crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Speaking of crazy I went to a market called Divisoria, which is the largest market in Manila and all the other markets get their stuff from there. The smell of frying meats, garbage on the ground, crowded streets, cheap deals to bargain with, people yelling for attention, shifty eyes to watch for purse snatchers. What a great cultural experience. I bought some clothes and stuff. It was really fun. One weird thing though, was the men yelling at me "hello ma'am, you are beautiful." Even though when buying clothes I have to go from a small to a large here, my self esteem has survived due to these comments given even from women. It is really strange to be told you are beautiful when you are quite average where you come from. It's just funny to me. Now regardless of how fun it was I am still suffering from a sore throat just from the pollution! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   So, I think it might be nice for some of my readers see into a week in my li&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/Sw3h0wjA5PI/AAAAAAAAABo/OmoTBMC5XhA/s320/IMG_6938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408227024043042034" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fe. Tuesday, Wednesdays, and Thursdays are seminar (birth or child-rearing lessons) and prenatal visits. I figure the due dates of the new women, take blood pressure, weigh them, measure their bellies, and find the position of the baby. Afterwards we eat lunch and then I can do whatever. Most days I run an errand or two and do pilates. The picture above is of a neighbor girl who came with me to the coffee shop one day with her friend. I plan to really reach out to these neighborhood kids. Somedays I go to the orphanage and help the caregivers out with the babies or older kids. For dinner 3 nights a week I go to Jeri's house for dinner. On Saturday night for the past two weeks I have met up with my American and Canadian friends, spend the night at their apartment, and go to church on Sunday. Last Sunday I spent the night at Jeri's, which was nice to not be woken up in the middle of the night by various things like babies crying, people turning on lights, etc. I love coming to this little coffee shop in the morning to catch friends and family on skype or whatever. And that's my week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mahal Kita! ( I was informed today by one of the nursing students that mahal kita means, I love you!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-7126850856036648444?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7126850856036648444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/mahal-kita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/7126850856036648444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/7126850856036648444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/mahal-kita.html' title='Mahal Kita'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/Sws1Vg3aO6I/AAAAAAAAABg/U1B9H9DNEBI/s72-c/Photo+407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-4901320238404917202</id><published>2009-11-16T23:55:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:59:08.822-11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SwKBaJ1oNBI/AAAAAAAAABY/oTY3ZQFL0dk/s1600/IMG_6929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SwKBaJ1oNBI/AAAAAAAAABY/oTY3ZQFL0dk/s320/IMG_6929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405024789115450386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-4901320238404917202?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4901320238404917202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/4901320238404917202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/4901320238404917202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SwKBaJ1oNBI/AAAAAAAAABY/oTY3ZQFL0dk/s72-c/IMG_6929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-7230316450132726005</id><published>2009-11-16T23:54:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:04:22.803-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught a Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;  I Caught a baby! I hadn’t really done anything at all Friday. I had read some in the afternoon, gone to the bank to exchange some money and was quite bored and was just starting to watching a Summit Summer video with one of the midwife’s daughters (I think the only one who has any interest or favor for me. We heard someone knocking at the door as we had closed up for the evening. One of the midwifes answered and then got the midwife who’s turn it was to deliver to come check her. I checked her blood pressure and Ate (sister) Dina checked to see how far along in labor she was. She was 9cm and 90% effaced for those of you who know the terms. Basically she was super close to being ready to give birth. After a while we sat her on the birthing stool with her mother behind her and Dina and I together caught the baby as it came into this world! I learned a ton just from that. I learned how to record it all and much more, which you can ask me about those of you who like those details. : ) lol I want to keep this blog medically-not-inclined friendly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;  This experience was so good for one reason, because it reassured me that this was what I want to do with my life. I had seen a birth earlier this year and for some reason afterwards I just didn’t feel excited about becoming a midwife and was quite worried that I might have been pursuing something that I wasn’t really up to. So, I was happy to have my desires confirmed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-7230316450132726005?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7230316450132726005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-caught-baby-i-hadnt-really-done.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/7230316450132726005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/7230316450132726005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-caught-baby-i-hadnt-really-done.html' title='Caught a Baby!'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-230969210277339608</id><published>2009-11-16T22:56:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:54:35.606-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice, Rice, Rice, and many other cultural differences.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Okay, so I’ve moved in to the birthing home! Sometimes it seems like there is nothing similar to what I’m used to. I had a hamburger today, if you can call it that. I have milk in my tea- dry milk that is. So even if it is similar it is too different to call familiar. About the rice; (it is the funniest thing to me)! They have rice EVERY meal. If you don’t have rice it isn’t a meal. In fact they will have pizza in the afternoon and not consider it a meal, but a meryenda. They look at me like I’m turning anorexic if I don’t eat rice with my meals. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;   I’m learning little by little about midwifery and missions work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Above written Thursday the 12th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-230969210277339608?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/230969210277339608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/rice-rice-rice-and-many-other-cultural.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/230969210277339608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/230969210277339608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/rice-rice-rice-and-many-other-cultural.html' title='Rice, Rice, Rice, and many other cultural differences.'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-7892368031722005591</id><published>2009-11-09T01:53:00.005-11:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:52:18.786-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SvgRNhJmKcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pibJfTogdtU/s1600-h/IMG_6913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SvgRNhJmKcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pibJfTogdtU/s320/IMG_6913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402086676965501378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday we went to church in Makati. After the service I talked with Dea, who had me contact Jeri in the first place! I also met her daughter who leads the college group. I went with her group to a starbucks (I know)! to have a Bible study. I met two girls who were new to the church and also new to the Philippines. It was so exciting to meet them! After church Jeri, Sarah, and I rode home on public transportation, which was interesting. : ) &lt;div&gt;    For the afternoon we had planned a party for an elderly neighbor who was turning 80. It was the sweetest thing! We sang happy birthday to her when she walked in (this was all a surprise) and she turned around pretending to look for who we were singing to then she started crying. I think this was the second time in her life that her birthday had been celebrated with a party. What a blessing we may have if we only look for opportunities like this one to love on others. This was so easy and small to us, but meant the absolute world to this little lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Today Deborah took &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/Svgebyd7ovI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PVe8mgfgkIc/s320/IMG_6885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402101215783527154" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me shopping for a cell phone. Get this: people for the most part text only! My pre-paid plan is a texting-only plan! Jeri says this country is the texting capital of the world. We also bough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;t groceries since I'm going to be staying in the birthing home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; starting tomorrow. I spent under a hundred for cell phone and over a weeks worth of gr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oceries; wow! Buyi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ng in the store was really interesting as all the packaging was totally different and most of the time I had no idea what to be looking for. It is interesting, because I became aware of the lack of mentality I have in the US regarding paying attention to how much I am using of anything! Here I know exactly how much water I use up for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a shower (measured in buckets : ), I buy one small stick of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; butter because there isn't very much room in the refrigerator because the refrigerator is small to take up less space and less energy, I buy the cheapest phone possible because I don't need anything fancy since I'm only going to be here for six months (as if just because I'll have it longer means I need a calendar on it). Basically I am much more conscientious of my usage of things for my own self. It's a good thing to have and I hope I will continue to be thoughtful when I go back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   After shopping we came home and had family dinner (meaning with Deb, Darren, and the boys instead of the usual Jeri, Sarah, and I). I showed Jeri my hand which had begun to worry me the night before. I've had a problem of dermatitis started from the sanitizer with which we cleaned our dishes at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SvgcvVdPYwI/AAAAAAAAABA/n3tVBuMF9o8/s320/IMG_6901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402099352570127106" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jamba Juice. Right now I'm a little bit angry with that company! Anyways, the dermatitis is getting a lot worse and to a stage that is contagious. Therefore I cannot do any prenatal care or deliveries until my hand heals. This is very frustrating to m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e of course since deliveries and etc are the purpose I came here. I guess God has some other lesson for me now. Maybe just to study and make relationships with the women through taking blood pressure and stuff like that. Sometimes it is easy to get caught up in the hustle bustle that is many times a large part of a place like the birthing home so that when we are pulled out of it though we feel we aren't accomplishing anything, we in actuality are learning much more about the world around us and ourselves and etc. At least that's what I'm hoping for. : ) Anyways,  a great thing is that doctors cost much less to visit, so maybe I'll actually get this taken care of for good this time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-7892368031722005591?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7892368031722005591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-forward.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/7892368031722005591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/7892368031722005591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SvgRNhJmKcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pibJfTogdtU/s72-c/IMG_6913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-4277846258620251984</id><published>2009-11-06T00:36:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:16:33.492-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Things becoming normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ee4a092c0b4623ea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee4a092c0b4623ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BF8BFA7645F361BD4689DB8240FF209CF6A5277.98FD72A6F82DF8DD7AB55AF1E929E368EB5FEAF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee4a092c0b4623ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dljkpln678i7Figng0kCvwTgHi3M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dee4a092c0b4623ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BF8BFA7645F361BD4689DB8240FF209CF6A5277.98FD72A6F82DF8DD7AB55AF1E929E368EB5FEAF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee4a092c0b4623ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dljkpln678i7Figng0kCvwTgHi3M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Jeri, Sarah, Paco (dog), and I went for a walk and found this on the front porch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Jeri and I went to the bank to get money exchanged and et cetera. Then we went to a mall to buy stuff for a rehabilitating community meeting (for recovery from floods). While we were at the mall we went to the supermarket and I saw....OREOS! So I bought myself a little packet-yummy comfort food; Jeri calls it food for the soul. : ) We then went to the Shiphra Birthing Home and set up for the meeting a little by making sandwiches. Jeri told me I could go over to the baby home, an orphanage for children mostly within the age of 4.5 years and newborn. Today they had an adoption complete! The family is from Holland and we had them over to Jeri's house for dinner. They adopted a one year old boy. So anyways, I was able to hold to some adorable little babies. I asked the ages but one of the workers kept giving me different ages, so I have no idea, but I  know that the little girl, Cindy, is malnourished from her mother not being healthy while pregnant. I hope to spend a lot more time over there with the little ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a95d1fc296cbc980" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da95d1fc296cbc980%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D421B20D2007867D1DCABA90515CE00E9854C4A59.3BB161EBFD06EF11C83516FDC190111B9F1B8D78%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da95d1fc296cbc980%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuT6_k6ikqpohf0BXhXie6MTWZYg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da95d1fc296cbc980%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D421B20D2007867D1DCABA90515CE00E9854C4A59.3BB161EBFD06EF11C83516FDC190111B9F1B8D78%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da95d1fc296cbc980%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuT6_k6ikqpohf0BXhXie6MTWZYg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and you might notice some voices in the background as some guys on the street were asking for my name. First encounter with that much attention due to being white. : /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-72907720b333a1f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D072907720b333a1f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D691F50D5855617D4F857684722DE08DADBA99424.165CC852554F9A8946C4176B57D2994B666D1D95%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72907720b333a1f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3ZIOe7Bp15uPrAqJr2vcuIVtVQA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D072907720b333a1f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312165%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D691F50D5855617D4F857684722DE08DADBA99424.165CC852554F9A8946C4176B57D2994B666D1D95%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72907720b333a1f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3ZIOe7Bp15uPrAqJr2vcuIVtVQA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the baby home visit I helped more with sandwiches and watched the meeting start. We gave them paper and colored pencils for each group to draw out community maps and then after this they told their own contributions they could make, like cooking, masonry and etc. Then they decided within their groups what was the most important two projects they needed to fix. It's really neat seeing how Jeri does her mission work, because she makes sure the people don't see her as someone undermining them and superior to them, but only helps them work as their own community together. She in this way gives them more than just relief, but dignity, worth, and empowerment in working through their own problems. I was asking if I should buy some scrubs and she said, "no, not necessarily. Because anything seemingly uniform makes a supposition that I am the caregiver and you are lower than I." Through this I learned that I am allowed to wear tank tops in the birthing home, which made me very happy. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2b34e01bf783d48" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D02b34e01bf783d48%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312166%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA151ACD434663707C3CA1FE102BCFB8B02EE4C.23DE38A3E106B17A1A058A92F52133AF8B1EAA90%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b34e01bf783d48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG2DC-LK7Vh0h_-hz3bas56Iuvdc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D02b34e01bf783d48%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331312166%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA151ACD434663707C3CA1FE102BCFB8B02EE4C.23DE38A3E106B17A1A058A92F52133AF8B1EAA90%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b34e01bf783d48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG2DC-LK7Vh0h_-hz3bas56Iuvdc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 4:30 we came back to the house with Jeri's daughter, Deborah, her son-in-law, Darren, and her grandsons Aubrey and Auden (8 and 4), and picked up the new adopting family for dinner. I sat in the back with the boys on the way to the house, which was so much fun for me. They reminded me of Esten and Ryan back home. : ) Aubrey is very fun to talk to and Auden is bursting with energy and runs around constantly just for fun. They both are as blond as can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-4277846258620251984?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4277846258620251984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-becoming-normal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/4277846258620251984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/4277846258620251984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-becoming-normal.html' title='Things becoming normal'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-5401760300575794998</id><published>2009-11-03T22:19:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:25:59.135-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing the sun and wishing it would set</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Chasing the sun and hoping it would set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Wow! What a trip! How does one prepare for such a trip; three flights accumulating to 171/2 hours of flying not considering layover times. Not only is the trip long, but knowing that upon arrival everything I am used to would be completely opposite; snow in Colorado; rain in Manila, morning in Colorado; night in Manila, my appearance being the norm in Colorado; standing out as a tall, blond hair, blue eyed American in Manila! While at the airport I felt a little bit of shock and adrenalin when I said to the lady checking my bags that my final destination was the Philippines! I knew what was happening, but it didn’t seem real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;To start out I had a beautiful flight to Seattle. One is able to view the mountains continuosly! At my layover I had some issues. I have a one way ticket and itinerar, but the Philippines is strict in this area and wants more than an itinerary from a travel agency and so I had to buy a ticket to Hong Kong, which I can change. I was pretty nervous and when standing in line to buy some food I thought that the man next to me had stolen my money right out of my pocket and I therefore gave him a shocked look as I slipped my hand into my pocket to check if my speculation was true. I felt my twenty as he said “Hi, how are you?” I felt so bad. We talked a little. This is how nervous I was! Because I had had issues at check-in I was totally on edge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Once I got on the plane all the nervousness  left me. The plane was the biggest I’ve been on. It was awesome and for those of you who have travelled internationally know of the free movies and meals and continuous drinks. I watched Julie and Julia (alright. She is way infatuated though!), Up ( I really wanted him to make amends with the explorer guy instead of killing him), and 500 Days of Summer (very accurate movie-sort of painfully, but really good). And there are your movie reviews from Lauren. I will be here all week. The couple next to me were from India and had unfortunately thought that they could communicate if they just knew sign language. ohhh. disappointing I’m sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Next was the South Korean airport (awesome because it had wi-fi). This is where my seemingly quest for the sun ended with the Korean sunset. Now all I wanted was to get to my destination and SLEEP! I felt as I do now--tired!!! And that’s where the other half of the title comes in; night please come soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;When I finally arrived I met up with a Coloradan whom I had met in Seattle. We went through customs/ security together and found Jeri or rather were found by her, who wasn’t sure if it was me because I had arrived with a second person! We drove home in crazy traffic and I saw a jeepney with a bunch of people hanging onto the back of the thing! I’ll have to take a picture of it sometime. We got to the house and spent time talking about things like how to flush the toilet with a bucket of water. Oh! And I met her daughter, Sarah. Being at her house I realized I was really in the tropics! I fell asleep around 2:30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;At 6:00 I was up this morning and took a cold shower (not so bad since it’s so hummid). They’re house manager made me breakfast. We left for the birthing home at 8:30. A man named George is her official driver. I watched as over 40 pregnant women exercised and watched a skit dispelling fears and myths the women had asked about. Then Jeri introduced me to the women. After this I helped weigh the women and right down their blood pressure scores and gestational ages. It was awesome jumping right in even though it is a tiny thing I was doing. George drove me back to the house. I am now trying to stay awake! I think we are going to a market sometime this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;So there’s my first couple days of this new journey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd64ba2cc6752225" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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That last video is a great example of me when I am jet lagged like I've been for the last 8 hours. : P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-5401760300575794998?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5401760300575794998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/chasing-sun-and-wishing-it-would-set.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/5401760300575794998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/5401760300575794998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/chasing-sun-and-wishing-it-would-set.html' title='Chasing the sun and wishing it would set'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625647270557439843.post-8249556125234771384</id><published>2009-10-23T05:51:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:00:29.980-11:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>This is to be a blog for me- a midwife to be, a child of God, a minister to the poor, a student of the universe, a member of my family, and a friend! I am creating this blog so I might be able to share my experiences with you as I go through my journeys in this life that I've been given to live. Feel free to e-mail me! I'm never too busy to respond to friends of my mother country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625647270557439843-8249556125234771384?l=shiphramidwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8249556125234771384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/10/beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/8249556125234771384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625647270557439843/posts/default/8249556125234771384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiphramidwife.blogspot.com/2009/10/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Lauren Evans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505642504069284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVQhGUWZb0Q/SuHjU7vd2CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CpGUmE0HxTo/S220/2009_10_02_KET-9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
