A week after negotiations and everything in Ecuador is back to normal.
In fact, it ended almost as abruptly as it began. The government agreed to repeal the decree that increased the fuel price, and so far a personal and corporate income tax has been proposed for the wealthy as an alternative to pay back the IMF loan.
Which to me makes sense.
What doesn’t make sense is why they didn’t discuss this before they made the initial deal knowing how the country would react to something that so significantly impacts the poor.
But I guess you know what they say about hindsight.
While I don’t think anyone is sure about the future. I can say that the experience has been an enlightening one. One that in some way gives me hope for the people. To see them mobilize and have a real impact on legislative change is empowering. Something that in the United States, we lack. The ability to see our efforts to fruition. A hamster wheel of democracy that keeps pointing us in the direction of voting within in a corrupt and broken system that is ineffectual at best.
As for me, I’m pregnant as can be. My belly is measuring in at 45 cm which is roughly nine larger than it should be for my gestational age of 36 weeks. And the doctor has informed me that she is too big to drop into my pelvis with his typical noncommittal attitude of, we’ll just have to see what happens. At now almost 40 lbs heavier than my usual 110 lb frame, my pelvis is on fire with every step leaving me with few options of comfort. Mostly propped up on a variety of pillows on my bed in weird contortions of splayed limbs and an arched spine.
The kiddo is doing much better at school. We met with some of his teachers last week and the director of the kinder program to understand a little bit more about their methods and what his day looks like. And while it’s a huge adjustment from where he was previously – a place with much more structure and organized activities – I think once he understands the flow of Montessori, he’s going to love it. A place where he can take a more active role in making decisions that will foster independence and self-sufficiency. Which in the beginning might be confusing to someone so used to top down teaching, but ultimately will give him a stronger sense of who he is. We’ve also nixed the bus in the mornings for now and pushed his bedtime up an hour to 6:30 giving him some extra zzz’s that he was seriously lacking. The wrinkles and dark circles under his eyes are finally starting to fade and I can feel us moving back into that sweet spot of la vida. It’s been a lot of tweaking here and there as we struggled to find ourselves in the new routine, but if it’s taught me anything. A lesson I learn time and time again is that you will always turn those lemons into lemonade so long as you keep working towards it.
But you gotta put in that work.
With only a month left until my due date. And of course, the in-the-back-of-my-mind concern of delivering early. I can only imagine the glorious disruption that the next stage will bring. Sleepless nights. Leaky boobs. Countless questions about the future I cannot possibly know the answer to flying through my brain at all hours of the night. Which makes me all the more glad that for now, we have regained that rhythm. If only for a moment before it is flipped back upside down and around the corner with a steady stream of diapers and breast milk. Knowing that even in the most chaotic of moments when I’m covered in poop and vomit, lemonade is just a dash of simple syrup away.