We arrived in Kinshasa quite late at night, after some adventures just on the way there: baggage issues, delayed flights, CANCELED flights…I won’t get into it all but suffice it to say we were exhausted on our arrival. By our arrival, I mean Micha and myself – Cynthia and Louis were delayed an entire day. The first thing that struck me as we were making our way to our accommodation was the traffic – it was passed 10 pm and the streets were PACKED. And that stayed true our entire stay. There is no way to imagine the sheer amount of cars and people that are on the road at any given time of day unless you see it for yourself (and remember, I live in Montreal!). I remembered Micha telling us that at the HKK, when the team was unable to care for a newborn, the baby had to be taken by the parents, by whatever means they could come up with, to the closest hospital. This hospital was, on a good day, 15 minutes away. One day, it took us nearly 30 minutes to drive the distance between that hospital and the HKK. For a struggling newborn, those 30 minutes, even 15 minutes, can be the difference between life or death. This drove home the real impact that our organization can have on this population. Having professionals trained and proficient in basic neonatal resuscitation – a topic we spent a significant portion of our week discussing and practicing – will contribute to positive outcomes for babies and families in this community.