This will be my last post. To say I was sad to leave Haiti is a severe understatement. I have met so many people who have left such a big imprint on my life. I learned about myself, about love, about patience, about kindness, and about persistence. I saw things I never would’ve imagined in a million years I would see and I am so thankful I was given this opportunity.

On my last day, I met with Dr. Gautier, she runs St. Damien Hospital and is a pediatrician. She is so lovely. We had a debrief prior to me leaving so she could hear about my experience there. We spoke for an hour and she took a page of notes. She was completely engaged with my thoughts and St. Damien is lucky to have her. She even gave me a bracelet as a gift. She assured me I am always welcome at St. Damien and even offered me a job when I finish fellowship (haha we will see). I am sure I will see her again.

Afterwards, I went to archives to say bye to the people I have sat with for countless hours every day for 5 weeks. I handed out pens, plume,  because they never have any!!!!We laughed and hugged and I promised I would return. BECAUSE I WILL.

Lastly, I went up to maternity to say goodbye. I saw Dr. Volmont, Dr. Pierre, Michoutas, and the other nurses and midwives. I will greatly miss them all.

To my new family that I gained- Madame and Monsieur Franklin, Madeline, Rose, Esaie, Mackensy, Whitney, Dina, Thomas, and Tania. Thank you for your love. Thank you for always protecting me and taking care of me. Thank you for welcoming me. Thank you for helping me hand wash my kilot (underwear apparently I am not very good at it). Thank you for taking me around Tabarre, for feeding me an infinite number of mangoes and Haitian food, for always being up to fete (party) with me and always open to trying all the crazy American things I am talking about. I love each and every one of you and you always have a place to stay if you ever get the chance to get on a plane and come to America. I wish that and so much more for each of you.

Being home is strange. Looking around, seeing all the infrastructure, driving my car, being in my air-conditioned apartment with electricity and water. I can brush my teeth from the sink! While it is nice to come back to, it is hard not to think of all the people left in Haiti with nothing. I mean, how different your life could be just by the country you were born in. If my mother didn’t immigrate from Haiti, that would’ve been my life.

This was the greatest experience of my life and I am eternally grateful to Stony Brook OBGYN Global Health for giving me this opportunity. Stay tuned for part II of Yeesh in Haiti because you can definitely expect sequels. I will return to Haiti.