With a bag full of donated breastfeeding supplies, a mosquito net, and a lactation presentation on a USB stick, I thought I was well-prepared to teach in a setting entirely unlike my own.
As I made my way around two densely packed postpartum rooms, my interpreter translated so I could lactation counsel each parent-baby couplet. Family members flowed in and out through the flapping screen doors. As I cared for one mother, my legs grazed the bed of the mother next to her. No matter how much research I did before the trip, nothing could prepare me for how it would feel to stand at a mother’s bedside with such scarcity of resources to offer her and her newborn.