Almost ten months ago a powerful earthquake shook Haiti and brought the world’s attention – an outpouring of emotion and money. Journalists descended on the country to tell the tales of the people who had lost everything.

It happened on a Tuesday.

On a normal Tuesday I would have been at work, following the news, telling the people in my office what was happening. I would have known every detail about what was going on in Haiti.

On that Tuesday, I was undergoing my induction and going through labour. I knew there had been an earthquake, but until a few days later I didn’t know anything about the extent of the destruction.

Now, people are talking about the one-year later stories that will be coming our way in January, and I feel so removed from it all and it is so strange for me. For the rest of my life when people are memorializing those who died when the ground rocked under Haiti, I will always be taken back to one of the most difficult, stressful, happiest days of my life.

I find myself completely removed from the world trauma that everyone else saw that day. I’m used to watching things moment by moment as they happen, I’m used to be one of the first to find out the news,¬†and this is something I just missed – I was completely oblivious to it.

I don’t understand how there can be people in the world who are comfortable being constantly oblivious.

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