I proclaim this woman, whose essay appeared in the New York Times, to be one part brave and two parts absolutely insanely foolhardy.
I decided to do my prenatal appointments and delivery at the French military hospital, Bouffard. The anesthesiologist did little to reassure me.
“Sign this,” he said in French, sliding a piece of paper across the desk. “It says you have considered the risks of giving birth in Djibouti, that we can’t medevac you out, and that you understand there are no proper neonatal pediatricians and no neonatal care in the country.”
I gulped and skimmed the paper, which also explained that, should I need a Caesarean, he would perform it.
“I recommend you go to France,” he said. “Or Dubai.”
I shook my head. “My husband is an English professor, and the university will already be in session. I can’t do it alone.”
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