Spider-Man and the CabinetMakers
It's not easy to be married to a midwife, and even harder to last decades. The reasons are obvious- the crazy hours, dinners or shopping or laundry abandoned, daytime sleeping (if you don't have little kids) and childcare chaos ( if you do.) The many times that the spouse gets the bottom of the barrel, emotionally, after draining labors and all the other stressors of this life. Not only has my dear husband Greg hung in there with me, but in recent years, I've been able to convince him to come to Haiti, too!
Now the CabinetMakers are deep into their piles of tools and supplies, figuring out how to get those doors off, painted, the structure repaired, and then the doors back on, with new hardware, this week. Clean, organized medical supplies- - a lofty goal, and also must be done while birth goes on! They sure do deserve the cold beers at the end of the day that will also be supplied to them.
My husband won the Hero award early, however-- he killed a huge Spider this morning that we'd been warned about last night. I'm talking a 6 centimeter spider that moved fast, lurking in the corner of the ceiling. Greg nailed it wth a towel, threw it on the floor and stomped it dead. Herosim is not dead, this week in Haiti.