Teo

Teo is the chica that lives and works in my house. She cooks and cleans and is incredibly pregnant. Today we walked up to Cruz Pampa, a 30 minute walk up a steep hill and I was sooo scared she was gonna burst and give birth with only me around to help.

Teo went to the health post two weeks ago for a check up and the doctor told her she had to go to Cajamarca that week to have a C-Section. Well, Teo’s mom said she wasn’t ready yet and couldn’t go until she was in more pain (mind you, her feet are so swollen and her tummy is so big she can barely walk). A week later, Teo was apparently in enough pain so she went to Cajamarca and they told her she wasn’t ready to give birth and to go back home. Now what? Just sit and wait?

Usually it’s just her and I home in the mornings. I’m so afraid that one day she’s going to go into labor and I’m going to be the only one around to help. You know what I’m going to do if that happens, I’ll run as fast as I can and grab the obstetrician form the health post down the hill. There’s no such thing as 911 around here.

She’s been trying to come up with some names but has no idea what to call the baby. She keeps asking me for help and asked me to write her a list of American names for her to choose from. Still clueless if it’s a boy, but if it’s a girl she says she’ll call it Nicole Bron. I love my name but people in the US get so confused with it and it’s 100 times worse here. I’m a foreigner and only here for 2 years. Can you imagine the poor little girl having to go through that her whole life??