As my due date looms a little closer, I’ve been feeling/voicing some self-pity when it comes to the less-than-ideal birthing quarters I’m about to face in the public hospital here in Hong Kong. To be clear: I am choosing a public hospital because it’s clean, with top notch care, and it’s safe…and free, which I believe is a right and not a privilege, and one idea of many I wish America would just get behind already. It does mean I am electing to give up some serious comforts I had with my first birth in the US, such as unlimited visiting hours for my husband, or a private bathroom (sob).
But no matter how you look at it, this photo of a newborn baby, being bathed outside in a frigid and filthy Greek refugee camp, has shut me right up. I will need to stop complaining about how much congee I’m about to get served.