Day 7: 234 Hours Remaining

The days and nights have officially blurred together. I have not had more than four hours at any one stretch and am sleeping more away from a bed than in one. I’m grateful to the women I work with for offering me couches and beds at their homes for naps between community service and work, but I’m really starting to run ragged. And this is only the SEVENTH day? I have 28 more to go. I must look like a zombie by now.

The night was filled with sweeping, cleaning, mopping, toilet paper rolling. I say goodbye to my fellow service workers who are finished with their hours already.

I brought in a magic eraser and took it to the walls like a lady on crack. Pilar was impressed. She’d never seen one before. She was so impressed she sent me to work on ALL the walls. In the whole building. It made the night go by quickly.

In the morning, one of the ladies hollars at me.

“They’s a BED BUG in da bed, lady!” She’s waving her hands around at me to prompt me to action. “Come see!”

I walk over and ascertain that yes, indeed, there is a bed bug. Oh glory. “It needsa be KILLED! You gots gloves on. Keel eet!”

And without a second thought I pop the bed bug until it’s bloody innards run red on my finger.

She looks at me a little shocked as if to say, “tha white girl done squeeshed a bed bug jus cus I tol her to. I thot she’d a told me ta shove off.” She was obviously shocked I didn’t squeal or scream or complain about it.

I walked back to the courtyard and stomped my feet. Stupid bed bugs. Nothing but boiling heat kills those things. Of course they’re here.

Nothing here is new. I’ve lived this all before. It’s as if God is saying “I knew you would be here a long time ago.” And that gives me hope that He knows where I’m going next, too.

Before I leave to go home, the supervisor comes on duty. I grab him in the hall and ask him about getting a status report for the court. When we finish talking he hurriedly adds, “Hey… what’d you do to get this felony anyway. I know it says you rode an animal… but really?”

“I delivered a baby.”

“What? Oh, so it’s illegal to ride an animal pregnant?”

“No. Forget the animal. I delivered a baby. Someone else’s baby. I helped her have her baby.”

“Oh. Serious? That’s crazy.”

This man has seen all kinds of crazy. And he’s calling my conviction crazy. The irony is so thick I need highbeams.


About supportmidwifekatiemccall

Katie McCall was born at Pomona Valley Hospital in Southern California by scheduled c-section as a frank breech due to the current medical system insistence that breeches should always be delivered that way. Katie's father's family was filled with teachers, her mother's family was filled with healers. It is no surprise then, that she went on to have her own two children and spend her adult life involved in a combination of teaching and healing through midwifery, childbirth education, doula work and serving families in Southern California. Katie attended USC for her general education and then went on to study with the American Academy of Husband Coached Childbirth to become a certified childbirth educator. Shortly thereafter, she certified as a birth doula (labor assistant) with the Association of Labor Assistants and Childbirth Educators. Katie was also mentored through a pregnancy and birth support business called The Birth Connection in Glendale, CA, which Katie later purchased and expanded to include a 1500 square foot education facility, retail store and birthing center. She enrolled in midwifery school and apprenticed with the midwives who ran the birth center as well as with midwives who attended homebirths. She sold her business to pursue her midwifery education full time in 2006 and passed her midwifery (NARM) exam to become a Certified Professional Midwife in 2008. She went on to gain her Midwifery License from the State of CA Medical Board in 2010. Katie has received supplementary education in lactation to become a lactation educator, vaginal birth after cesarean support, support of sexual abuse survivors, aromatherapy and is neonatal and CPR certified. She assisted over 500 couples through childbirth education and attended over 550 births as of 2011. As a Southern California native, she has a wide range of experience, serving mothers from diverse backgrounds. She believes her job is one of empowering women to develop their own trust and connection with their bodies and their babies during their own unique journey into motherhood. If she has learned anything through her experience with birth, it is that every birth is as different as the women who are laboring. On August 17th, 2011 Katharine “Katie” McCall, a licensed midwife, was convicted of practicing medicine with out a license for a 2007 birth she assisted as a student. The charge arose from a home birth where Katie's supervising midwife could not arrive because she was at another birth. Instead of leaving the family to birth unassisted, Katie stayed. She recommended that the family transfer to the hospital and the family refused. They were aware that she was only a student midwife and that she was unable to secure an overseeing mid View all posts by supportmidwifekatiemccall

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