#also felt cheated cause it was mentioned we could be splitting the department into half so we kinda only work on alternate weeks tho for

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**Jan 14**

 Hujambo! 

 Today, my clinical group went to Levolosi. As mentioned earlier, this is one of the clinical sites that we rotate through. Although this is a smaller clinic, compared to the other 2 sites everyone was split up in different units. Some were in the labor ward, postpartum, etc. Many of my fellow classmates were able to see many births and it was amazing to hear about their experiences.

I began my morning by visiting the postpartum unit to say hello to a mother that I was with the entire day before while she was laboring. Seeing her and her newborn healthy child gave me so much joy. Although there was a language barrier, we both embraced each other by hugging and smiling. After I said hello, I made my way to the prenatal clinic, where I would spend the rest of my day. During my time there, I began with taking blood pressures on numerous pregnant mothers. Throughout the day, I was able to work along- side a male nurse who was extremely informative and helped explain/ answer any questions I had, as well as a student for clinic facilitation where he would be conducting surveys on exclusive breastfeeding. 

Every woman that comes to the clinic for a new pregnancy, whether pregnant for the first time or previously, have to be tested for HIV, as well as the husband. Thankfully, many of the tests I saw that day were negative, but there was one situation that was difficult for me. A mother came to the clinic yesterday and was tested positive for HIV and then today the husband came in because he had to be tested and he tested negative. The mother began to cry, you could see the pain in her eyes, you could see the pain in his eyes, and the pain within the entire room. It was difficult to witness a situation like this because the nurse explained to me that this could mean that she was cheating, previously had HIV and didn’t know or didn’t tell him, there are many different situations that could be the cause. The nurse later explained to me that this causes great concern to the father, that their marriage and babies future is unknown now and this is a very difficult situation to deal with. Seeing the pain and hurt in both of their eyes made me want to cry. 

After we got back from clinical we had lunch, some made sandwiches, some ordered from the lodge and others went to Africafe (http://africafecoffee.com) Once we were all back, some of us split up to go to Pippi House, while the others went to Faraja. My group went to Pippi House where we spent time talking with some of the mothers, but also spent time looking after the mother’s children so they were able to get wash done and other daily routines they needed to do. The other half of the group went to Faraja where they did pad training.

** Jan 15 **

This day was one of the best days, yet one of the worst days for me. My clinical group was placed at Mount Meru Hospital. Some of my classmates went to the NICU, Emergency Department, and the Labor Ward. I spent the day in the Labor Ward. During my time there, I comforted/ supported a 16-year-old mother giving birth. She was in tremendous pain and looked terrified, it was difficult to watch. After the doctor did her final vaginal examination, she decided that the baby had moved up and would not be able to deliver vaginally. The nursing students (who were absolutely incredible!) started an IV and prepped her for her c-section. There was already another c-section taking place, so she had to wait until that one was over. Out of nowhere the mother grabbed my hand and put her legs up and I could see the baby’s head crowning! I got sterile gloves on and called for the doctor right away. The mother was in so much pain, she was screaming at the top of her lungs it was so hard to watch. The doctor injected lidocaine into her perineum and had to cut it in order for the head of the baby to come out. She pushed one final time and the baby came out, it was a healthy baby girl weighing 2.5kg. She had a caput on her head due to the vaginal delivery. I was so thankful that she was able to deliver vaginally rather than c-section. She is so young, and I could see the pain and fear in her eyes throughout the entire time I was with her. Once I went in to say my goodbyes, she kept saying Asante! (thank you), gave me a hug, and had tears in her eyes. There was no way I was leaving her alone to go through this labor, she was so strong, and I was beyond proud of her. 

 After we got back from the hospital, we all went to Faraja. We had lunch with the girls and then split into smaller groups and talked about sex education and the female reproductive system. The girls wrote questions on pieces of paper so it would be anonymous. They asked incredible questions, I am so happy we were able to educate them on sensitive topics and they felt comfortable talking to us about them. 

I am looking forward to what the rest of this life-changing experience has to offer. 

 Katelyn 

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NikMik: so i watched Leap Year...& there were some major klaroline vibes. i know you're not taking prompts but i just wanted to throw that out there for your "Crossroads" series, should you feel inspired :P is it sad that i see klaroline in everything? lol.

Hey luv! So sorry for the delay, this kind of fusion takes some time : ) And yes, Klaroline vibes all round for sure. Hope you like it! And no, it’s not sad that you see Klaroline in everything, I do too! Words in italics from the movie so too the song/drabble title.

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Dingle, Ireland - February 27, 2020

“Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper I love…”

“You fried my iPhone!”  

Klaus Mikaelson was broken from his song mid lyric and given the look on her face, he was certain that it didn’t lend itself to the soundtrack of the current situation.

He stopped short of finishing the sentence registering her pursed lips, furrowed brow and the distracting fact her pyjama shorts were incredibly short showcasing a set of long, delectable creamy legs underneath that her jeans had annoyingly hid from him earlier in the day.  

“You fried the whole village, idiot!”

“Are you calling me the village idiot?” Her eyes narrowed in his direction. “Is that insult popular among the locals here?”

“Yes, because we are stuck in the Middle Ages and you are, in fact, the court jester in this scenario. Albeit without the silly hat, but I’m sure we can find you one or put you in the stocks and throw vegetables at you instead. Your choice, love.”

“I’m so glad I found myself stranded in this delightful town,” she mused. “But back to my broken cell and the fact you’re hanging out in this bar and singing to yourself at 2am.”

“It’s called closing up and this isn’t New York City, sweetheart, there’s only so much power available in Dingle.”

“Dingle?”

“Wow, even those legs aren’t enough to make me like you right now,” he growled, even if his eyes were betraying his attraction. “That’s the name of this delightful town you’ve come to love in the seven hours you’ve been here.”

“I knew that,” she lied. “But can we just get back to the fact I have no working phone and it’s kind of urgent given the reason for my impromptu visit.”

“Your impromptu visit? Something you’ve mentioned multiple times since we unfortunately crossed paths at the waterfront this afternoon.”

“I’m assuming with that charm you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“Pretty sure I could say the same about you, Forbes,” he noticed her expression fall briefly before sending him a determined gaze.

“Not that it’s any of your business but I came here to propose to my boyfriend on the Leap Year like Irish tradition,” she insisted.

“Now, isn’t that romantic,” he joked. “So, if that’s the case, where is the lucky guy? I’d really like to congratulate him on being able to stand your whinging.”

Klaus wasn’t expecting to suddenly feel so weird given he’d known her seven hours and she’d managed to cause him a headache and the whole village a power outage. He decided to blame it on those legs and hopefully move on but after taking a seat at the bar Klaus knew she wasn’t going anywhere yet.

“Just shut up and give me a vodka, neat,” she growled. “It’s the least you could do after completely failing me in the amenities department.”

“I think it’s void when you are responsible for killing the power, princess,” he shot back. “And it’s no surprise you drink vodka.”

“Well, if it’s good enough for the Russians,” she bit back. 

“Exactly,” he muttered, producing a shot glass and pouring in some whiskey. “But here in Ireland we drink this.” He half expected her to complain but she downed it in one go.

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“You’re really challenging me?”

“Do I need to spell it out?” She shot back. Klaus loved a challenge and this was no exception. 

“Not at all, love, I just hope you’ve brought your A game.” She nodded and a flood of shots followed. Caroline to her credit was impressive but not enough to topple Klaus who’d been doing this a while.

He’d lifted her bridal style and laid her carefully in bed upstairs, not missing just how cute she looked mumbling the words to the Star Spangled Banner. They’d made a bet during rounds that they could sing all words to their national anthem. True to her inebriated form she obliged even close to passing out.

He turned off the lights and shut the door quietly. Klaus wasn’t expecting to learn much but a drunken Caroline had poured out her heart and he wasn’t quite sure what to do or say when he saw her next. 

7 hours later….  

She woke with one eye open unsure of her foreign surroundings, the fact her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls was enough to kill the usual shriek the situation would evoke.  

She sat up quickly, regretting it immediately as the room began to spin and also threatening never to stop. At least in the Wizard of Oz a house fell down and righted the situation but not here unfortunately. There weren’t even a few cows flying past to keep her entertained just the thought that there was no bucket to capture her stomach proceeds. 

Before she could spread them far and wide, a bucket appeared from nowhere. Caroline didn’t look up, just glad she had it and proceeded to make use of it. She barely noticed when he laid her back, wiping her mouth with a wet cloth and placing aspirin and water bedside before leaving again.

9 hours later…   

Waking up again, Caroline felt slightly less sick and more so embarrassed about her behaviour. She was just lucky he hadn’t seen her like this, why she cared was a mystery.

Caroline attempted to move from the bed, only noticing him seated in the corner of the room and with just enough time to grab the sheet and wrap it around her pyjama clad body.  

“I’ve seen it all before, if that’s any consolation,” he offered standing up, his indifference not lost on Caroline. “You felt the need to come downstairs and complain about the lack of electricity in that early this morning.”

Suddenly it all came back. The power outage, their argument, the incessant drinking and whatever came after that. Given she had some clothing on was a good sign she hadn’t cheated on her fiance-to-be with some village idiot. But why was he in her room?

“And why are here in my room?” She demanded. She half expected him to split but he held his ground.

“I like to keep the rooms tidy, wouldn’t want the guests to think that we take their amenities for granted.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” she muttered, desperate for some water until he held out a bottle. Was this weird guy psychic? Sure he was kind of handsome in those dark jeans and a navy henley that hugged his toned chest but she had a fiance. Well, almost. 

“Thank you,” she murmured, screwing the cap on the bottle. “I suppose I should be going then.”

“Yeah, can’t keep lover boy waiting,” he mumbled without much sound.

“Excuse me?” 

“Well, Dublin is over four hours away but I can drive you,” he offered. “If you’d like?”

“And why would you do that exactly? After…”

“The blackout, the whinging, the drinking and the aftermath you mean?”

“Yeah, I guess?”

“I’m a glutton for punishment I suppose,” he growled. “I’ll meet you outside in twenty minutes.”

“No breakfast in this establishment then?” She called after his retreating form down the stairs.

“I’d rather you don’t vomit in my car like you have everywhere else in my establishment, Forbes.”

“Charming,” she groaned. Partly annoyed that she threw up and partly annoyed she had to do it in front of him, of all frustrating people. She was surprised he hadn’t chanted ‘I told you so’ yet.  

But why was he so willing to take her to Dublin without question? Most guys would run in the opposite direction, especially one so rude and uptight. Maybe he was just making sure she left his precious village of Dingle? These types were protective of their hometowns so Caroline decided to put it down to that and pack her bags.

2 hours later….

“No car sickness?” He asked a few miles into their journey, passing a water bottle over the passenger seat. She’d been asleep for the most part but Klaus had noticed her rousing as they drove through a neighbouring village. 

“Wow, you really take this whole doctor thing seriously, are you sure you didn’t miss your calling?” She asked gruffly, rubbing her eyes from sleep and taking the bottle from his outstretched hand.

“No need to miss anything, I am a Doctor.” 

“But you own that inn with poor electricity?”

“Funnily enough we can multi-task over here, not sure what goes on in that warped country of yours, love. And that whole electricity debacle was your fault.”

“But yet you have time to drive me to Dublin?” She asked ignoring his last comment, no doubt on purpose.

“What can I say, I’m obviously extremely bored with my life and need something to poke my eyes out and tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“Wow, someone obviously screwed you over,” she insisted. “I can tell a jilted lover a mile off.”

“Says the person who promised me unlimited Bon Jovi and Nickelback on this road trip.” 

“Liar, stop trying to change the subject with bad music choices I never agreed upon.” 

“Says the girl about to propose to some guy in Dublin?” Klaus couldn’t help himself, it just came out. She didn’t hear him last time but this time he wasn’t so lucky.

“I tend to say way too much when I’m drunk obviously.”

“No kidding,” Klaus shot back. 

“You have this way of telling me my most insecure thoughts without much feeling. I’m a little concerned about your bedside matter to be honest.”

“My bedside manner is fine but I’m concerned about your taste in men,” he shot back. 

“Because you are perfect right?”

“Not at all,” he murmured. “My ex-girlfriend thought I was inept and it never really changed in her eyes. You called your boyfriend last night and a girl answered. You laughed it off but we both know that…”

“He’s an ass.”

“You can do so much better than him and if you don’t pick a letter I’m going to beat you at the Eye Spy Championships.”

“You’re such a competitive ass…”

“You already said that, and okay Eye Spy with my little eye beginning with…”

“X”

“Is that a kiss?”

“You wish Mikaelson,” she shot back. “It will take more than that…”

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