Hello everyone,
So right now I am involved in organizing several summer camps that involve youth and Peace Corps Volunteers throughout the country.
In order to fund these camps, which are great ways to get youth out of their communities and give them an opportunity to travel and meet other people, we need help from the US. There isn't much money here in the DR to finance youth camps, so what PCVs do is set up a online link through Peace Corps Washington where people can go online and donate to our cause. Right now I am working with 9 other volunteers to organize a 3-day sports camp where each volunteer will bring two kids from their community to participate in different sports and workshops about sportsmanship, leadership and how to take care of their bodies. It's shaping up to be a ton of fun and a great experience for the kids! However, we still don't have quite enough money to pull it off. If you are interested in helping us out, you can make a donation by going to this link: https://www.peacecorps.gov/index.cfm?shell=resources.donors.contribute.projDetail&projdesc=517-296 It would be greatly appreciated, and I will be sure to post pictures and a full report after we have the camp in August!
Monday, April 27, 2009
April 20th, 2009--How (Not) to Build a House in the DR
So if you have been following my blog with any regularity recently you might have noticed that I have not been very consistent in writing lately. That's because I've been busy trying to make a house out of an abandoned classroom in a condemned building. Yup, you read right! Let me explain:
For the past three months I have been living in a little apartment attached to a house where some Canadian nuns live. They are leaving in the next couple days to go back to Canada for six months, and for various reasons I decided about a month and a half ago that I would like to move out before they left (I felt uncomfortable about having to look after the whole house while they were gone, and it is slightly removed from the rest of the community). There is a building in my town that used to be a rural hospital, but it was abandoned about ten years ago because the structure wasn't sound (the foundation was not sturdy and rain filtered through the roof at times). Two different families recently have fixed up parts of it to live in, and between their two parts there was a large room that my project partner at one point had used as a classroom for his before-school program but had not been used in about a year. There was tile through most of it, however a side part was missing a bit of floor, and in the far back where there used to be a room to do washing my project partner swore that there were tubes that we could use for a bathroom. So I decided to fix it up—the things that Peace Corps required me to do was fill in an open wall with cement that was currently only covered with tin, put a door on the other side of the room, secure the windows and doors, and of course fix the bathroom. My project partner told me to hire my neighbor to do all the carpentry work and I decided to hire a friend of mine who works in construction to fill in the wall and the small amount of floor that needed to be covered. One day I went and bought about 200 dollars worth of materials, thinking that this would be all the materials that I would have to buy in order to fix up the house, since it was the list that my “workers” had given me. HAHAHA!
As you all know, construction and house repairs can be frusterating in any country, but what my project partner claimed would be a week long project turned into a month and a half of trips to the hardware store, pestering the people I needed to do the work, and fretting about my ever-growing costs. Here were several of the problems:
1. The supposed “tubes” that we would be able to connect to the toilet and use as drains did not exist, so we I had to buy new tubes to put in the house. Then we went to find the tubes that lead to the septic tank, and couldn't find them, which made me think that we would have to put in all new tubes. So I paid someone to dig a ditch towards the septic tank, and we left it for a while while trying to fix other things and waiting for April to come so that I could get paid again and buy the tubes. When April came someone else started digging and we found some of the tubes that we needed! However, it also meant that the ditch that the first guy had dug needed to be filled in and a different ditch had to be dug.
2. The guys who did the floor and wall for me worked really fast, but my neighbor who was going to do the “woodwork” took about a month to do a job that could have been done in less than two days.
3. Every time someone came to work in the house they realized they needed some other kind of nail, or piece of plastic, or wire, and so I had to take an expensive ride to the nearest hardware store (30 minutes a way) in order to buy it.
4. Domincans like to give advice and get involved even if nobody asked them to; though some suggestions helped a lot, most of the time when someone came in to tell me what I had to do or how I should have done it, I just smiled and nodded and tried to tune out.
Finally, a month and a half after starting, I moved in with the help of several teenage boys and lots of little kids. It was a frustrating process but once I moved in I felt at home. Even if a lot of people did want to come in and give too many opinions, I also have to give a lot of people credit because so many people came to my rescue during the process and helped out immensely. Here is a list of all the people who helped:
2 Catholic nuns (furniture donations and moral support)
1 Evangelical pastor (electricity installation, ideas for how to fix the house up, the only one who could actually motivate some people to work on it)
1 carpinter (doors, windows, the division to make my bedroom)
2 guys who have worked on the construction of hotels in tourist areas (plumbing installation on the inside—note that they are not actually plumbers—filling in of the wall and floor)
2 Haitian men in their 60s who dug the ditch while all the teenagers lounged around and watched (believe me, I gave those teenagers plenty of grief about the fact that these older men worked harder and were stronger than them)
The man who presides over the parish here (wood donation)
2 drivers for the NGO I work with (they installed the toilet and were able to get the right tubes for me)
6 14-18 year old boys (two would take me to the pueblo when I needed to buy things, two covered up an open window with tin, two helped me move my furniture and paint)
1 2 year old, 1 three year old, 2 five year olds (they helped me put rocks in the yard to make a path and moved the last of my belongings from my old house to the new one—gotta love willing child labor!)
2 preteen girls who helped me clean the patio and the floor
As of right now my house still isn't completely finished—I still need to put lights in the bathroom and we need to connect the tubes for the toilet (I've been using other people's bathrooms when necessary—thank goodness for the sharing, open culture of Dominicans!), but those things will hopefully be done soon. The kids in my town love that I have a house right in the middle of the town where they can come and play, so I've had to set down some rules. First, if there are more than two kids they have to play in the yard—they can't come in my house. Also, they have to wear shoes (kids here have bad habits of running around barefoot everywhere, which is dangerous because not only can they cut themselves easily but there is a lot of animal waste around town, and plenty of diseases can be spread if kids are stepping on cow or goat poop). Finally, if they make a mess, they have to clean it up—the picture below is of two six year olds who were trying to climb up my wall and peek in my window. They left footprints on the wall so I told them that they had to scrub the wall as a punishment—they actually loved it and ended up fighting over who could use the scrub brush! Here are some photos of the construction of the house and my little helpers--Í'll post more pix later.
For the past three months I have been living in a little apartment attached to a house where some Canadian nuns live. They are leaving in the next couple days to go back to Canada for six months, and for various reasons I decided about a month and a half ago that I would like to move out before they left (I felt uncomfortable about having to look after the whole house while they were gone, and it is slightly removed from the rest of the community). There is a building in my town that used to be a rural hospital, but it was abandoned about ten years ago because the structure wasn't sound (the foundation was not sturdy and rain filtered through the roof at times). Two different families recently have fixed up parts of it to live in, and between their two parts there was a large room that my project partner at one point had used as a classroom for his before-school program but had not been used in about a year. There was tile through most of it, however a side part was missing a bit of floor, and in the far back where there used to be a room to do washing my project partner swore that there were tubes that we could use for a bathroom. So I decided to fix it up—the things that Peace Corps required me to do was fill in an open wall with cement that was currently only covered with tin, put a door on the other side of the room, secure the windows and doors, and of course fix the bathroom. My project partner told me to hire my neighbor to do all the carpentry work and I decided to hire a friend of mine who works in construction to fill in the wall and the small amount of floor that needed to be covered. One day I went and bought about 200 dollars worth of materials, thinking that this would be all the materials that I would have to buy in order to fix up the house, since it was the list that my “workers” had given me. HAHAHA!
As you all know, construction and house repairs can be frusterating in any country, but what my project partner claimed would be a week long project turned into a month and a half of trips to the hardware store, pestering the people I needed to do the work, and fretting about my ever-growing costs. Here were several of the problems:
1. The supposed “tubes” that we would be able to connect to the toilet and use as drains did not exist, so we I had to buy new tubes to put in the house. Then we went to find the tubes that lead to the septic tank, and couldn't find them, which made me think that we would have to put in all new tubes. So I paid someone to dig a ditch towards the septic tank, and we left it for a while while trying to fix other things and waiting for April to come so that I could get paid again and buy the tubes. When April came someone else started digging and we found some of the tubes that we needed! However, it also meant that the ditch that the first guy had dug needed to be filled in and a different ditch had to be dug.
2. The guys who did the floor and wall for me worked really fast, but my neighbor who was going to do the “woodwork” took about a month to do a job that could have been done in less than two days.
3. Every time someone came to work in the house they realized they needed some other kind of nail, or piece of plastic, or wire, and so I had to take an expensive ride to the nearest hardware store (30 minutes a way) in order to buy it.
4. Domincans like to give advice and get involved even if nobody asked them to; though some suggestions helped a lot, most of the time when someone came in to tell me what I had to do or how I should have done it, I just smiled and nodded and tried to tune out.
Finally, a month and a half after starting, I moved in with the help of several teenage boys and lots of little kids. It was a frustrating process but once I moved in I felt at home. Even if a lot of people did want to come in and give too many opinions, I also have to give a lot of people credit because so many people came to my rescue during the process and helped out immensely. Here is a list of all the people who helped:
2 Catholic nuns (furniture donations and moral support)
1 Evangelical pastor (electricity installation, ideas for how to fix the house up, the only one who could actually motivate some people to work on it)
1 carpinter (doors, windows, the division to make my bedroom)
2 guys who have worked on the construction of hotels in tourist areas (plumbing installation on the inside—note that they are not actually plumbers—filling in of the wall and floor)
2 Haitian men in their 60s who dug the ditch while all the teenagers lounged around and watched (believe me, I gave those teenagers plenty of grief about the fact that these older men worked harder and were stronger than them)
The man who presides over the parish here (wood donation)
2 drivers for the NGO I work with (they installed the toilet and were able to get the right tubes for me)
6 14-18 year old boys (two would take me to the pueblo when I needed to buy things, two covered up an open window with tin, two helped me move my furniture and paint)
1 2 year old, 1 three year old, 2 five year olds (they helped me put rocks in the yard to make a path and moved the last of my belongings from my old house to the new one—gotta love willing child labor!)
2 preteen girls who helped me clean the patio and the floor
As of right now my house still isn't completely finished—I still need to put lights in the bathroom and we need to connect the tubes for the toilet (I've been using other people's bathrooms when necessary—thank goodness for the sharing, open culture of Dominicans!), but those things will hopefully be done soon. The kids in my town love that I have a house right in the middle of the town where they can come and play, so I've had to set down some rules. First, if there are more than two kids they have to play in the yard—they can't come in my house. Also, they have to wear shoes (kids here have bad habits of running around barefoot everywhere, which is dangerous because not only can they cut themselves easily but there is a lot of animal waste around town, and plenty of diseases can be spread if kids are stepping on cow or goat poop). Finally, if they make a mess, they have to clean it up—the picture below is of two six year olds who were trying to climb up my wall and peek in my window. They left footprints on the wall so I told them that they had to scrub the wall as a punishment—they actually loved it and ended up fighting over who could use the scrub brush! Here are some photos of the construction of the house and my little helpers--Í'll post more pix later.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Pictures from International Women's Day
Doing the art collage
The inside of the center
The truck that brought us to the event.
The girls waiting for the bus and practicing their poem
March 8, 2009: International Women's Day.....Campo style!
For about a month and a half now a volunteer who lives a half hour from me and I have been planning an event for International Women's Day. Our original idea stemmed from the fact that the Gender and Development Peace Corps Committee here in the DR was offering small grants to volunteers who wanted to host events in their sites. My friend and I decided to hold an event together that would bring mothers and daughters to celebrate the day together, since often we have seen that mothers and daughters don't have much interaction apart from household chores and daily life. Our idea was to bring mothers and daughters from 3 different sites together (about 30 total) and do team building activities and a health presentation with them. My friend lives in a site where there is a very strong, active youth group and she proposed the idea to them. The group loved the idea and wanted to expand it to 100 people and include a march. In early February we found out we had received the grant from Peace Corps and I took a group of my youth to her site to have a meeting about the event. We then planned on inviting about 80 people from 4 communities, doing a presentation at the beginning, then a presentation on women's health and an art activity, closing with a small ceremony and lunch. The grant we got from Peace Corps was not going to cover all the costs of such a large event, so we decided to do a raffle as well to raise funds.
During February we sold raffle tickets and did some preliminary planning, and the first week of March we had to do lots of shopping and running around to get the event ready. On my side, I had to make sure my youth sold their raffle tickets, that we invited the right number of mothers and daughters, and that we had transportation to the event. Many girls here in Las Pajas don't live with their mothers; they live with grandmothers or aunts or other relatives that take them in while their parents are elsewhere working, so I told the girls to simply invite older women who they respected and wanted to spend the morning with.
At the end of February we had a scare because we found out that a softball tournament that was being organized by the government of our province was going to start on the same day as our event, and many girls in my community were going to be involved in it. We decided to continue with the same date because we had already arranged for that day, and even though a lot of girls did go to the softball game to play, in the end there were plenty of people who wanted to come with us—partially because I had told them that we would stay that afternoon to watch the softball game.
On the 8th we were supposed to go in a bus from my friend's town who would come and pick us up in the morning. My friend paid the driver half of what he said he would charge us the day before he was to pick us up, and we planned to pay him the other half at the end of the day. Knowing that in this country things can be a little unreliable, both my friend and I were a little worried about the transportation, and indeed the morning of the 8th, after I had told all the participants to be ready to go at 730 am, my friend called and told me that the driver didn't want to take us and had returned the money to her. That threw me into a frenzy, so both she and I tried to think of solutions. Finally one of the girls that was going to go with me went and woke up one of the few men in our community that has a truck, and told him (not asked or begged, which I would have done, but no, she TOLD him) to take us to my friend's community, which amazingly he did. So instead of riding in a bus, all of us girls, dressed up for the event, climbed into the back of a truck that usually carries cows or large pieces of iron, and happily rode the half hour through sugar cane and cacao fields to my friend's community.
When we arrived at 9 o'clock (the event was supposed to start at 8) we were the first ones there, and we had come from the farthest away. We waited until about 930 when some people trickled in, and then just decided to start the event with the 30 or so people that were there. We did introductions, several important people from the community talked, we did some fun ice breakers and my girls presented a poem they had written. We finished with a team building activity where groups of two had to carry one another like babies, on their backs, or had to lie down one on top of the other; the ones who did it the slowest were out. The women enjoyed the games a lot, and it was fun to see everybody having so much fun, laughing and practically crying while watching grown women try to carry each other!
After a break for some coffee and crackers we came back to do an art activity. We had each pair of “mothers” and their “daughters” set goals for their daughters' future and then make a collage of those goals. At first we were a little worried because some of the mothers don't write and we thought they might get discouraged with the activity, since the first part they are supposed to write the goals. But the teams worked together and in the end everybody was coming up to us to show us their collages and their goals.
We then took a short break and came back for a presentation on birth control that another health volunteer gave. She talked about all different kinds of birth control that people could use, had the girls race to see who could put a condom on a banana the right way, and then had them play a musical chairs type game to remember all the different kinds of birth control she talked about. They enjoyed that a lot, and definitely learned something as well.
We finished by giving out certificates to all the women and eating a good hearty meal. At times the event was incredibly hectic and I will admit I was afraid it might be a flop, but it turned out to be a lot of fun, and I know that everyone enjoyed it.
After the event all the women who had come with me went to cheer on the Las Pajas softball team who had just began to play at the field in the town we were in. My volunteer friends and I cleaned up and then headed over to the field as well. For about 3 hours we were all there cheering on the team—even though the sun was bright, it was incredibly windy and everybody had been up since 7 am when our team won everybody went and ran a victory lap around the field, chanting and cheering. We stayed a while longer to watch the other teams play and then all the women who had come with me piled into our truck and we went back home, chanting and cheering as we left the town and chanting and cheering as we entered Las Pajas. When the girls got out of the truck they continued dancing and chanting about the win, even though the softball team hadn't arrived home yet. When the team did arrive, they all went directly to the local “disco” to dance “ga-ga,” a kind of dancing and music with Haitian roots. My volunteer friends returned to Las Pajas with me so we watched some of the festivities, but we were too tired to continue with the girls, who were up half the night celebrating. All in all it was a great day for the women of Las Pajas!
During February we sold raffle tickets and did some preliminary planning, and the first week of March we had to do lots of shopping and running around to get the event ready. On my side, I had to make sure my youth sold their raffle tickets, that we invited the right number of mothers and daughters, and that we had transportation to the event. Many girls here in Las Pajas don't live with their mothers; they live with grandmothers or aunts or other relatives that take them in while their parents are elsewhere working, so I told the girls to simply invite older women who they respected and wanted to spend the morning with.
At the end of February we had a scare because we found out that a softball tournament that was being organized by the government of our province was going to start on the same day as our event, and many girls in my community were going to be involved in it. We decided to continue with the same date because we had already arranged for that day, and even though a lot of girls did go to the softball game to play, in the end there were plenty of people who wanted to come with us—partially because I had told them that we would stay that afternoon to watch the softball game.
On the 8th we were supposed to go in a bus from my friend's town who would come and pick us up in the morning. My friend paid the driver half of what he said he would charge us the day before he was to pick us up, and we planned to pay him the other half at the end of the day. Knowing that in this country things can be a little unreliable, both my friend and I were a little worried about the transportation, and indeed the morning of the 8th, after I had told all the participants to be ready to go at 730 am, my friend called and told me that the driver didn't want to take us and had returned the money to her. That threw me into a frenzy, so both she and I tried to think of solutions. Finally one of the girls that was going to go with me went and woke up one of the few men in our community that has a truck, and told him (not asked or begged, which I would have done, but no, she TOLD him) to take us to my friend's community, which amazingly he did. So instead of riding in a bus, all of us girls, dressed up for the event, climbed into the back of a truck that usually carries cows or large pieces of iron, and happily rode the half hour through sugar cane and cacao fields to my friend's community.
When we arrived at 9 o'clock (the event was supposed to start at 8) we were the first ones there, and we had come from the farthest away. We waited until about 930 when some people trickled in, and then just decided to start the event with the 30 or so people that were there. We did introductions, several important people from the community talked, we did some fun ice breakers and my girls presented a poem they had written. We finished with a team building activity where groups of two had to carry one another like babies, on their backs, or had to lie down one on top of the other; the ones who did it the slowest were out. The women enjoyed the games a lot, and it was fun to see everybody having so much fun, laughing and practically crying while watching grown women try to carry each other!
After a break for some coffee and crackers we came back to do an art activity. We had each pair of “mothers” and their “daughters” set goals for their daughters' future and then make a collage of those goals. At first we were a little worried because some of the mothers don't write and we thought they might get discouraged with the activity, since the first part they are supposed to write the goals. But the teams worked together and in the end everybody was coming up to us to show us their collages and their goals.
We then took a short break and came back for a presentation on birth control that another health volunteer gave. She talked about all different kinds of birth control that people could use, had the girls race to see who could put a condom on a banana the right way, and then had them play a musical chairs type game to remember all the different kinds of birth control she talked about. They enjoyed that a lot, and definitely learned something as well.
We finished by giving out certificates to all the women and eating a good hearty meal. At times the event was incredibly hectic and I will admit I was afraid it might be a flop, but it turned out to be a lot of fun, and I know that everyone enjoyed it.
After the event all the women who had come with me went to cheer on the Las Pajas softball team who had just began to play at the field in the town we were in. My volunteer friends and I cleaned up and then headed over to the field as well. For about 3 hours we were all there cheering on the team—even though the sun was bright, it was incredibly windy and everybody had been up since 7 am when our team won everybody went and ran a victory lap around the field, chanting and cheering. We stayed a while longer to watch the other teams play and then all the women who had come with me piled into our truck and we went back home, chanting and cheering as we left the town and chanting and cheering as we entered Las Pajas. When the girls got out of the truck they continued dancing and chanting about the win, even though the softball team hadn't arrived home yet. When the team did arrive, they all went directly to the local “disco” to dance “ga-ga,” a kind of dancing and music with Haitian roots. My volunteer friends returned to Las Pajas with me so we watched some of the festivities, but we were too tired to continue with the girls, who were up half the night celebrating. All in all it was a great day for the women of Las Pajas!
Monday, March 2, 2009
February 27th, 2009: Independence Day!
So the 27th of February is the Dominican Republic´s Independence Day, and practically every town celebrates it with a parade/march of some kind. The schoolchildren celebrated it this past Tuesday with their teachers (because the teachers live in a different city and didn´t want to come to our town on a holiday). However our community leader wanted to celebrate on the actual day, so he told his students from the before school program and the rest of the community that they should come to the march on Friday morning at 8. By 830 there were only the children in their uniforms waiting to march, so we started off, and I feared it would just be us marching around town (many people had told me that they were going to other cities for the day where the festivities were more exciting and lasted all day). However as soon as we began walking through the community other people joined us and by the end of it we had a huge group of people marching in the hot sun, chanting, singing and playing the drums on pots and pans. We finished the march in front of the community center where they sang the national anthem and the children did a coreographed march. Here are some of the photos:
February 24th, 2009: Birth
Unfortunately, adolescent pregnancy is fairly common in Las Pajas. Despite the fact that contraceptives and condoms are available at our local clinic, ever since I arrived I have seen way too many young pregnant girls and mothers. The one who I have had the most contact with is my eighteen year old host sister, who was about five months along when I arrived, and so, according to the math, was due to give birth sometime in February. I had accompanied her to a couple doctor's appointments here in Las Pajas and in the nearest city, and tried to encourage her to go to all of her appointments, however she did not go to see the doctor in the city or have a sonogram during all of January and Februrary, and because of this had no idea when she should expect to give birth. There are several reasons that she did not go to see the doctor: first of all, to travel to the nearest city where there is a certified OBGYN (in Las Pajas we have interns who have finished school but are not yet doctors) it is about an hour's ride on a motorcycle and then a bus, so the traveling alone is tiresome. Secondly, the cost of the trip is not cheap for the expecting mothers, which makes it even more difficult to arrive. Thirdly, my sister unfortunately is still young and does not quite know how to manage her money, so by the time she had an appointment to go visit the doctor, she had spent her money on other things and had none left to travel.
Finally on February 23rd she went into the nearest town for a checkup, and when I arrived at my host family's house for lunch, I was informed that my host mother had ran out the door because my host sister had called to tell her they were going to perform a C-section on her. I called my host sister at noon and she said she was waiting for my host mom to arrive and for the doctors to perform the C-section. By two when I called again, she had a healthy little boy and was recovering from the surgery.
I went into the hospital the next day to see her and the little boy. My host mother had spent the night there and was planning on staying there until they released my host sister. She wasn't just spending the night to keep my host sister company; in public hospitals here patients need to have someone stay with them because there are no orderlies or nurses who stop by to help them with anything. My host mom had to help my sister bathe, go to the bathroom and look after the newborn. Patients also have to bring their own sheets and provide their own food, so when my host mother dashed into the city after she got the call, she went with a pair of sheets, but I also brought clean towels in the next day when I came to visit. My host sister was also fortunate that her uncle lives in that town, so he was able to bring them food every day and run errands for them.
While I was there visiting the only time I saw a nurse was when she came into to change my host sister's IV; it was my host sister's uncle, my host mom and I who helped her to the bathroom and helped her bathe and change clothes and care for the baby. My host sister was lucky that she had a little privacy because there was no one else in the hospital room with her—even though there are about 8 beds in each room. While the hospital wasn't dirty, it wasn't clean either; there were no trash cans in the room and the bathroom didn't even have a place to hang and IV. While they weren't the worst conditions ever, I must say that these women are very strong to be able to give birth with very little attention and inadequate facilities!
Many women after giving birth return to town the next day on a motorcycle, but since my host sister had had a C-section, that was definitely out of the question! She spent two nights in the hospital and then we were luckily able to arrange for a man in our town who has a truck to pass by and pick her up. She arrived home and since then has had plenty of visitors, however acccording to Dominican tradition, she basically has to stay inside the house for the first month (especially at night) after she has given birth.
Finally on February 23rd she went into the nearest town for a checkup, and when I arrived at my host family's house for lunch, I was informed that my host mother had ran out the door because my host sister had called to tell her they were going to perform a C-section on her. I called my host sister at noon and she said she was waiting for my host mom to arrive and for the doctors to perform the C-section. By two when I called again, she had a healthy little boy and was recovering from the surgery.
I went into the hospital the next day to see her and the little boy. My host mother had spent the night there and was planning on staying there until they released my host sister. She wasn't just spending the night to keep my host sister company; in public hospitals here patients need to have someone stay with them because there are no orderlies or nurses who stop by to help them with anything. My host mom had to help my sister bathe, go to the bathroom and look after the newborn. Patients also have to bring their own sheets and provide their own food, so when my host mother dashed into the city after she got the call, she went with a pair of sheets, but I also brought clean towels in the next day when I came to visit. My host sister was also fortunate that her uncle lives in that town, so he was able to bring them food every day and run errands for them.
While I was there visiting the only time I saw a nurse was when she came into to change my host sister's IV; it was my host sister's uncle, my host mom and I who helped her to the bathroom and helped her bathe and change clothes and care for the baby. My host sister was lucky that she had a little privacy because there was no one else in the hospital room with her—even though there are about 8 beds in each room. While the hospital wasn't dirty, it wasn't clean either; there were no trash cans in the room and the bathroom didn't even have a place to hang and IV. While they weren't the worst conditions ever, I must say that these women are very strong to be able to give birth with very little attention and inadequate facilities!
Many women after giving birth return to town the next day on a motorcycle, but since my host sister had had a C-section, that was definitely out of the question! She spent two nights in the hospital and then we were luckily able to arrange for a man in our town who has a truck to pass by and pick her up. She arrived home and since then has had plenty of visitors, however acccording to Dominican tradition, she basically has to stay inside the house for the first month (especially at night) after she has given birth.
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