Things during our stay at the hospital in Dakar that I’m pretty sure are different in the US.

Hanging out in the bassinette

Analog thermometers. Okay, so maybe they’re not analog. But they were the old school mercury kind that go (thankfully) in your armpit.

Ceebu jen served for lunch one day. Breakfast everyday was a croissant, French bread, butter and jam with hot chocolate. Hello, sugar rush!

BYO towels, washcloths, diapers, wipes and baby toiletries. Sheets, however, are provided.

Something hurts, is slow-moving or inflamed? There’s a suppository for that.

16 TV channels. One in English (CNN), a couple in Wolof, several in French and the rest in Arabic. The Arabic subtitles didn’t help us much.

ID, please. On day 2 Pape got one of those little hospital ID bracelets. Granted he was the only toubab baby in the hospital during our stay, but it did feel a little weird to just walk out the door with him to go home and no one verify that he was ours or that we had been discharged.

Grand total: about $2,500. (And that’s before insurance.) Five days in a private room + C-section + all medications + surgeon/pediatrician fees + lab fees, etc…

Bedtime reading
Bedtime listening
Bébé et maman
Lemme think about that…
Starting the paperwork for a birth certificate and US passport
Bébé bling
Heade home… and that’s another story!

I just looked over this post and the photos give the impression that everything is calm and blissful in our little world. Trust me, there have been a lot of VERY stressful moments and lots of tears… not just Pape!

I cannot thank our friends here in Dakar enough for all they have done for us. It’s been amazing and we have been so well-loved and cared for. Thank you. So, so much.