Quotes from the Daycare

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I kiss you. I’m sorry about that. So sorry.
-3year old boy after he gave me a surprise kiss goodbye.

Sarah, could I please do my homework?
-6 year old girl. Pretty sure I’d have my certificate taken away if I said no.

Mama’s butt is hungry!
-2 year old when mommy had a wedgie.

Your baby is a bad baby.
-5 year old boy talking about David.

We are awesome. Cause I’ve got the brains and you have, like, the awesome.
-9 year old to 10 year old while playing minecraft.

I like Chuckie Cheese. Do you?
Yes. I like cotton candy. Do you?
Yes. I like kickball. Do you?
-two 5 year olds casually conversing.

Goodbye Cameron. I’ll miss you.
-3 year old to his brother who was going into another room.

Grace would be a good wife. She is awesome, smart, a genius, beautiful, and good at coloring.
-6 year old boy speaking about his twin sister.

Pregnant in Mexico: The First Trimester (and start of the second)

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It was a Sunday afternoon when I took the test.  We had bought it two days prior, but I just didn’t feel pregnant, and using the test felt like wasting money.  It was nearly 200 pesos, which is a big chunk of change for me.  I gave in after watching the movie “We Need to Talk About Kevin” which left me terrified at the thought of motherhood; I needed to know what fate awaited me.

I read the directions as best as I could–my Spanish is still leaving something to be desired–and took the test.  Instantly there were two pink lines, but one was very, very faint.  I called my husband into the bathroom.  He looked at the test, confused.  He then grabbed the directions and headed to the couch.  Each word was read slowly and carefully, his finger tracking his place.  After several minutes he looked up at me.  “Oh, you are pregnant.”  He looked like he was in quite a bit of shock.  The movie was replaying in my mind.

Soon I began my internet research and was assured that, yes, even a faint pink line is a pink line and that, yes, I was in fact pregnant.  Doubt still lingered because I simply did not feel pregnant.  I was tired, but that was pretty much it.  I was going to take a blood test; they are easily available here.  I could just walk into the laboratory and ask for one.  They are about the same price as the at home test I took.  Instead, I decided to save the money and go straight for the doctor.

I first attempted to schedule with a doctor my co-worker had used.  I had my bilingual friend call, schedule the appointment, and then drive me there on the day of.  When we arrived, the office was closed.  We called and called and called without an answer.  Finally, we went to the hospital next door and had them call the doctor directly.  My appointment had been scheduled for the one day the office was closed each week.  The doctor was not apologetic for this and said that it would be weeks before I could be rescheduled.

We decided to try a different doctor and she was able to see me within a week.  I am happy with the switch.  Her office is small, welcoming, and rarely backed up.  Thus far, we have never been in the waiting room with another patient.  I get an ultrasound at each visit and get pictures printed to take home.  The office emphasizes natural births and sells items such as slings and cloth diapers.

The first part of each appointment involves sitting in the doctor’s actual office space, which is fully separate from the exam room.  She asks plenty of questions, explains what is going on at that stage of the pregnancy, and reviews my symptoms.  We then move to the exam room where she does the ultrasound.  So far, there has not been an actual examination, strictly ultrasounds.  We then go back to the office, I ask any questions I have, she writes any prescriptions needed, and orders whatever tests she feels are necessary.

As with most doctors I have had experience with here in Mexico, she prescribes a ton of medication.  My first visit she wrote a prescription for five different medications.  They included the expected items such as folic acid and a pill to take in case I had any bleeding.  However, she also wanted me to take a pill for nausea that I was not experiencing as well as a powerful antibiotic for a bladder infection that she decided I had without any testing in advance.  I made the decision to only get the medications I felt I needed and hold off on the others.  On my second visit I was once again prescribed antibiotics, this time for a sinus infection I had no symptoms of.  At this visit, she also pushed genetic testing which is only available in DF, which I refused.

Overall, I am feeling very positive about my experiences.  Though it is clear to me that my positive pregnancy experience is contingent on my ability to advocate for myself, I do not think that this would be much different back home.

My next visit is in a little over a week.  At this point I will be asking more questions and setting up my hospital visit.  And, maybe, I will find out the sex of the baby.

With This, Everything Changes

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As of this past Saturday, I am 13 weeks pregnant.

As is a theme in my life, the various plans I had played out in my head dissipated in mere moments upon getting the news.  One tiny, faint line and everything changed.  I was resistant at first, determined that my life could continue down the path I had established in my head; eventually I gave in.  For once the event which propels the change in path is positive.  It is also undoubtedly the biggest one I have experienced.

I am staying put in Pachuca for at least one more year.  This is both a relief and a disappointment.  A relief because I really do love this city and I am settled here.  A disappointment because I was so far into my next adventure in my own head that I cannot help but mourn the loss.

If all goes as planned–which we know it never does–Salvador and I will be meeting our child sometime around December 7th.  I’m already in the process of decorating the nursery and, with the hope that I might be here for the next two years–turning my office into a playroom.

I will be working as long as I am allowed to and trying to take as much of my maternity leave after the baby as possible.  And yes, I will be having the baby here in Pachuca.  I have found a doctor who believes in natural births if at all possible.  She delivers in the same hospital one of my American friends delivered in.  I am feeling comfortable.

Though I doubt I am completely ready for this next big change in my life.  I’m not sure that anyone ever is.

The Future

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I am once again in a place in life where I have no idea where I will be in a few months. It is incredibly frustrating.

In February, I began applying to other schools. My goal was to test the waters, see if anyone would bite. Since I took the first job offered to me straight out of college, I hadn’t had the chance to truly understand what the possibilities are. It became my goal to apply to as many schools as I could and get an idea of what they have to offer.

The truth is, I didn’t think there would be many responses, but it has reached the point that my interview schedule is overwhelming. And some of the possibilities are tempting. Very tempting.

I have no idea what I want anymore. I have a chance to be a coordinator at a school several states away. Or I could be a language teacher at a prestigious school just outside Mexico City. My current school is offering an excellent deal for the next school year. I could switch to a school that doesn’t have as good of a financial package but which offers better professional development opportunities and support.

It seems silly to complain when I have so many opportunities in front of me. But the more opportunities I have, the more complicated the decision becomes. With each new opportunity, I fully research the school and the area and the possibilities for our life there. I start to see my life, what it could be in this new place. Each one seems like something wonderful.

To complicate things even more, I have to examine each possibility not just based on what our life is now, but on what we hope it will be one day. And, obviously, I cannot know with certainty what that might be.

Sal isn’t happy with the idea of moving because it is getting in the way of his plans. Which consists pretty much of a burning desire to own his own house and nothing else. If we move, we may be in a more expensive area and he is displeased with this. Not owning his own home is like some sort of stain on his personal image. I would like to own my own home one day, but it isn’t the most important thing in my life at this point.

Next week, I will be traveling to Mexico State for a teacher performance assessment at my top-choice school and to take an exam with another institution. It is my hope that by the time that is all over, my future will be a bit clearer.

Teaching in Mexico

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Since moving to Mexico, I have had a lot of people contact me regarding schools and teaching in Mexico.  I have been compiling a list of various bilingual schools for a while, and I think that it is something that others might find helpful.  The following photos are a list of bilingual Mexican schools I happen to be aware of.  I have only worked for one of them, so I am not a source of information regarding their quality.  If you know of a school missing from the list, let me know.  Click the photos to view clearer images.

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