Chimwemwe mu’bereki means ‘joyful motherhood’ It is the name that Joanne my American midwife friend gave to the small charity she set up whilst working here at Bwaila. Its purpose is to provide support for the needy families whose babies have been cared for in Bwaila nursery/neonatal unit. Some will be premature or HIV positive babies others orphan babies whose mothers have died in childbirth at our hospital. We try to support and encourage other family members to take on their care. This may be a grandmother or an aunt who may already have other dependants. Breast feeding is recommended for all babies irrespective of the mothers HIV status. It is the best protection against gastro intestinal infections which kill many neonates and children under five. But these orphans have no mother and therefore no breast milk. The cost of a tin of formula milk powder is around 800 MK (about 4euros) The small baby will need at least one tin a week to start with. This cost is totally outside the possibility of many of our families. As the child grows the cost of artificial feeding increases and the babies begin to starve. I have become involved in Joanne’s work and am seeing ‘first hand’ some of these problems. The families will either return to Bwaila on a monthly basis to collect milk powder or will be visited by a nurse/midwife who works for the project. The baby’s weight and progress will be documented and the family will be educated in health and hygiene issues. It is difficult to insure that the feeding cups are kept clean and the milk prepared in the correct way. I was concerned that these babies were not getting the possibility to suck, neither at the breast nor the bottle. We know this an important part of a child’s development. I had to learn that the risk of becoming infected by dirty bottles and teats outweighs the lack of sucking stimulation. Our most recent orphans are... a set of twins. These are the youngest siblings of a family of 3 sets of twins! The mother died on our unit after a problem with her blood transfusion. ...Triplets all weighing under 1.600kgs. The grandmother is staying in the hospital and learning to care for them. We hope that with our financial help and support the little ones will be able to stay with her so as not to be separated into the care of the already overcrowded orphanages. On Friday I was called to nursery see Flora and her grandmother. Born in November of last year, prematurely, her young mother died of Eclampsia during her birth. She weighed 1.400kgs. at birth and now 12 weeks later she weighs 2.500kgs. Last month we had supplied 8 tins of milk which should have been more than sufficient for this month, but she had travelled for more than 2 hours to receive more. When I saw Flora her face was pinched and thin. Her eyes seemed to stick out of her head, a round bloated belly and no surplus covering of fat. Anxious and crying she was desperately searching for food. I prepared some milk which she gulped down furiously. Afterwards she lay contented in her grandmother’s arms. Where had all that powdered milk gone? I presume that while the little one went hungry the other children of the family were being given her food. Or maybe they were sold to buy maize so other mouths could be fed? And how can I blame that grandmother? These are some of the dilemmas we confront daily. I said to just give her 4 tins this month and meanwhile we would visit her home to assess the conditions and the number of dependants that were being cared for . My role in this project was just to be supportive of the Malawian nurse and in an advisory capacity but I see myself getting daily more involved. Is there no end to the desperate needs of these people
Friday was the usual busy day on labour ward. My feeling of dread as I arrived early in the morning was justified. Prolonged labours, distressed babies and a queue for operating theatre. Who needed their emergency c/section first? The pre-eclamptic who could convulse any moment with a blood pressure of 210/140? The woman with 2 previous c/sections who had been in labour for many hours and was in danger of rupturing her uterus? Or the baby with fetal distress ?
All got their c/sections and all mothers and babies are alive!
Later that day I attended a surprise twin birth. I noticed that the mother had fever and the baby showed signs of infection. Its heartbeat normally at 120-140 per minute was consistently 200. I treated her infection with intra venous antibiotics and began to prepare her for a c/section. It became obvious by her behaviour that she was a victim of aggressive sexual practices and probably her pregnancy a result of rape. Although she tested negative for HIV at her last test she certainly had a severe STD. ( sexually transmitted disease) I was not keen to send her for surgery due to her physical condition but I feared for the life of her baby. I re-examined her just before taking her to theatre and found that she was almost fully dilated. I judged the situation and opted for an assisted vaginal delivery. It wasn’t easy as she found it very difficult to co-operate. It wasn’t easy as a vacuum extraction requires maximum co-operation from the mother. The baby was born and was taken to be resuscitated by another midwife. As I turned to assist the delivery of the placenta I noticed that the uterus was still rather large. “There must be another baby! “ I exclaimed. And sure enough there was. I quickly ruptured her membranes as I felt the 2nd head engage in the pelvis. The mother was reluctant to push. I called for someone to explain to her that she had another child to push out. I don’t think she was very pleased to hear this! I applied the vacuum cap once more and quickly extracted the 2nd little girl. This one cried loudly as if complaining about having been forgotten! 1.500kgs. and 1.650kgs. were reasonable weights for these twins. I sent them to nursery to be treated with antibiotics to prevent neonatal sepsis. I will check on them on Monday morning.
I will end by sharing two quotes from this week.......
As I wandered round the Ministry of Finance building trying to find my way out, after an unsuccessful visit to procure an extension to my visa. I enquired from an employee as to how to find the exit and commented that I was lost. “ No! ” he told me. “You can never be lost where there are people”
Each morning we listen to BBC Africa whilst having breakfast. There is always a moment called ...wise words. “ Great success comes from great belief “ we heard. “That’s you mummy” remarked Lucas. I didn’t quite understand what he meant so enquired as to his understanding of the quote? “ Great success comes from great BELLY!” he exclaimed.
Now that one needs thinking about!
Sunday, 22 February 2009
Thursday, 12 February 2009
CARING FOR THE CARERS
What a privilege it is to be here! To be working in a place where amongst all the pain and suffering the appalling conditions, the dirt and poverty, miracles happen! How many of you can say that? Not a week goes by when I cannot say “ I HAVE SEEN A MIRACLE” Could it be that in the affluent world everything is so controlled, so much technology and knowledge , so many answers and logical explanation for everything that you wouldn’t recognize a miracle even if it slapped you in the face?
I believe in miracles more than ever before in my life. Why is that? Because I see them!
Let me share them with you........
Having been attended at a Health Centre several kilometres away from the hospital this mother was referred to us at Bwaila with a prolapsed cord. Those of you who have read my other blogs will understand that this is an emergency situation. It means that the baby’s umbilical cord, its life line, is coming first and is in danger of being compressed by the presenting part either the head or the breech( bum!)This will cause its death before being born. Apparently no ambulance was to be found so she was brought to us on the back of a bicycle! It is a common form of transport as most people will not have a car and the minibus may be too expensive or not available. When she arrived she was examined and taken straight to theatre for a c/section. The operation was performed and the baby was extracted alive and well! The baby was badly positioned in the uterus, meaning that as there was no presenting part in the pelvis there was no cord compression! Mother and baby are doing fine!
Yesterday another cord prolapsed. Yes, it is not uncommon to see this and many prove fatal for the baby. On examination she was found to have a foot and head presenting plus a long loop of umbilical cord. The doctor and midwife rushed to attend. The cord was still pulsating! What should she do? The head would compress the cord but was still high up. Quickly she made her decision and caught hold of the foot. Then with the help of abdominal palpation she was able to catch the other foot. It wasn’t easy but it was worth a try. It took some time, the baby was delivered, they feared it was dead, it looked dead. But no.... there was just a small sign of life. The midwife rushed the baby to the resuscitaire and began work. It took a while, but 30 minutes later it was sucking contentedly at its mother’s breast. Today it’s doing fine!
Now do you believe in miracles?
It’s not uncommon to hear the recently delivered mothers praising God for a safe birth. Mother and baby alive, hallelujah! “ Thankyou Jesus “ they say. I have to agree, but thanks to US, just a little, I say!
These last few days there have been more than 25 births overnight with just 4 midwives. The night shift starts at 5pm and finishes at 8am. This is of course much too long for any person to work continually. This means that they have to take turns to sleep for a while thus leaving the ward covered by 2 or three midwives only. There is one clinician on duty who may be operating or attending patients on the ante natal or post natal ward. It is not difficult to see how some women or babies will be missed and tragedies occur.
Arriving on labour ward early in the mornings is still a difficult time for me. Having greeted the night staff I always ask if they have any particular problem cases, prolonged labours or any referred patients. These I attend first. However very often the problems have not been recognized and a quick assessment shows women exhausted from labouring too long and babies struggling to resist. Although these situations continue to frustrate me it is also rewarding to solve the problems, perform the appropriate interventions and give the correct care. My knowledge and experience is increasing as each day presents a new challenge.
The work on the two new maternity wings is progressing well. Some of the buildings are already finished. It’s an exciting time but also full of worries and concerns as to how the change over will take place and particularly as to staffing matters. Malawi has a huge deficit of health workers especially nurses and midwives. We will be opening two units simultaneously with just one skeleton staff. This is our biggest concern. Malawi is not training sufficient nurse/midwives to cover its needs. Many of the more highly trained are being taken up by the private hospitals or NGO organizations and others are leaving the country for greener pastures. How to make working in Bwaila hospital attractive to the nurses and midwives is proving to be a huge challenge. The new buildings and working conditions will of course be tremendous but will that be enough and for how long?
Last week I attended the launch of an iniciative to lobby politicians to commit to reducing the enormously high maternal and neonatal death rate here in Malawi. It was well attended and an appeal was made to government , in light of the impending presidential elections, to increase funding and resources to this end. A young mother told her story of how she nearly died in childbirth. This woman had been attended at Bwaila hospital. According to her story she was badly treated and neglected. The blame once again was aimed at the midwives. It is true we must be accountable, it is also true that women and babies don’t always receive adequate care but it is also true that the midwives are working under great pressures and stress. Appalling conditions, huge lack of staff in all areas, miserable wages not to mention the vast personal problems and loads that many of the midwives carry .Many are responsible not only for their own family and children but also that of their extended family after the death of a sister, cousin or family member. Life expectancy is still less than 40 years. HIV AIDS, malnutrition, hunger, TB and many other illnesses are killing off the poor people of Malawi and leaving vast numbers of orphans to be cared for by others. These sort of public attacks do nothing to raise the moral or encourage the nurse/midwives. CARING FOR THE CARERS is the motto of the National Organization of Nurses and Midwives of Malawi.
I will be an advocate for the midwives of Malawi. We must find ways to support and encourage them not to criticise and demoralize. This is our only way forward.
I believe in miracles more than ever before in my life. Why is that? Because I see them!
Let me share them with you........
Having been attended at a Health Centre several kilometres away from the hospital this mother was referred to us at Bwaila with a prolapsed cord. Those of you who have read my other blogs will understand that this is an emergency situation. It means that the baby’s umbilical cord, its life line, is coming first and is in danger of being compressed by the presenting part either the head or the breech( bum!)This will cause its death before being born. Apparently no ambulance was to be found so she was brought to us on the back of a bicycle! It is a common form of transport as most people will not have a car and the minibus may be too expensive or not available. When she arrived she was examined and taken straight to theatre for a c/section. The operation was performed and the baby was extracted alive and well! The baby was badly positioned in the uterus, meaning that as there was no presenting part in the pelvis there was no cord compression! Mother and baby are doing fine!
Yesterday another cord prolapsed. Yes, it is not uncommon to see this and many prove fatal for the baby. On examination she was found to have a foot and head presenting plus a long loop of umbilical cord. The doctor and midwife rushed to attend. The cord was still pulsating! What should she do? The head would compress the cord but was still high up. Quickly she made her decision and caught hold of the foot. Then with the help of abdominal palpation she was able to catch the other foot. It wasn’t easy but it was worth a try. It took some time, the baby was delivered, they feared it was dead, it looked dead. But no.... there was just a small sign of life. The midwife rushed the baby to the resuscitaire and began work. It took a while, but 30 minutes later it was sucking contentedly at its mother’s breast. Today it’s doing fine!
Now do you believe in miracles?
It’s not uncommon to hear the recently delivered mothers praising God for a safe birth. Mother and baby alive, hallelujah! “ Thankyou Jesus “ they say. I have to agree, but thanks to US, just a little, I say!
These last few days there have been more than 25 births overnight with just 4 midwives. The night shift starts at 5pm and finishes at 8am. This is of course much too long for any person to work continually. This means that they have to take turns to sleep for a while thus leaving the ward covered by 2 or three midwives only. There is one clinician on duty who may be operating or attending patients on the ante natal or post natal ward. It is not difficult to see how some women or babies will be missed and tragedies occur.
Arriving on labour ward early in the mornings is still a difficult time for me. Having greeted the night staff I always ask if they have any particular problem cases, prolonged labours or any referred patients. These I attend first. However very often the problems have not been recognized and a quick assessment shows women exhausted from labouring too long and babies struggling to resist. Although these situations continue to frustrate me it is also rewarding to solve the problems, perform the appropriate interventions and give the correct care. My knowledge and experience is increasing as each day presents a new challenge.
The work on the two new maternity wings is progressing well. Some of the buildings are already finished. It’s an exciting time but also full of worries and concerns as to how the change over will take place and particularly as to staffing matters. Malawi has a huge deficit of health workers especially nurses and midwives. We will be opening two units simultaneously with just one skeleton staff. This is our biggest concern. Malawi is not training sufficient nurse/midwives to cover its needs. Many of the more highly trained are being taken up by the private hospitals or NGO organizations and others are leaving the country for greener pastures. How to make working in Bwaila hospital attractive to the nurses and midwives is proving to be a huge challenge. The new buildings and working conditions will of course be tremendous but will that be enough and for how long?
Last week I attended the launch of an iniciative to lobby politicians to commit to reducing the enormously high maternal and neonatal death rate here in Malawi. It was well attended and an appeal was made to government , in light of the impending presidential elections, to increase funding and resources to this end. A young mother told her story of how she nearly died in childbirth. This woman had been attended at Bwaila hospital. According to her story she was badly treated and neglected. The blame once again was aimed at the midwives. It is true we must be accountable, it is also true that women and babies don’t always receive adequate care but it is also true that the midwives are working under great pressures and stress. Appalling conditions, huge lack of staff in all areas, miserable wages not to mention the vast personal problems and loads that many of the midwives carry .Many are responsible not only for their own family and children but also that of their extended family after the death of a sister, cousin or family member. Life expectancy is still less than 40 years. HIV AIDS, malnutrition, hunger, TB and many other illnesses are killing off the poor people of Malawi and leaving vast numbers of orphans to be cared for by others. These sort of public attacks do nothing to raise the moral or encourage the nurse/midwives. CARING FOR THE CARERS is the motto of the National Organization of Nurses and Midwives of Malawi.
I will be an advocate for the midwives of Malawi. We must find ways to support and encourage them not to criticise and demoralize. This is our only way forward.
Thursday, 29 January 2009
MUM AND MIDWIFE
How to be a good Mum and still continue to give to the women and babies in my care?
This has been in my thoughts almost permanently during the past few days.
On Saturday Lucas started to feel unwell. Most of the night was spent trying to keep down his fever and encourage him to drink. Living in Malawi means that every fever is possible Malaria. By Sunday he was weak and drowsy, had no appetite and just wanted to sleep. He refused all food and it was difficult to persuade him to take fluids. I was concerned but as the symptoms were very different to when he had Malaria last year I decided to wait and see. I am loath to treat without a pretty definite diagnosis. He continued to fell unwell but was not deteriorating. Monday morning he was not well enough to go to school nor did he want to eat but I felt that he was slightly improved. Instinctively I felt that it was not Malaria but could not find any reason for his persistent fever. I called by to inform his teacher. To be expected she was unable to support my decision to wait and see encouraging me to take him for Malaria testing. I began to doubt myself. The test was done much to Lucas’ disgust who also reassured me that it was not Malaria! I was negative. Leaving him with the nanny I went to work. A busy morning on labour ward then a meeting with Tarek and the project manager of the new maternity units to make some last minute changes to the theatres.
Arriving home at 5pm I found Lucas with fever and still feeling unwell. I had asked his nanny to inform me of any changes but she hadn’t. That night the fever continued and we passed another restless night. Tuesday he still wasn’t fit for school but he was somewhat better than the previous day. I still felt I should wait and not rush into unnecessary treatment which I truly believe would be detrimental in the long run. I left him once again with his nanny. Tuesdays are workshop days. These times together with the Bwaila midwives have become enthusiastically attended. They form an important part of my work here in Malawi. We had undergone a ‘quality control’ assessment during the past week and we now had to hear the outcome and discuss its relevance. It was not a surprise to any of us to find that the results were extremely unfavourable. Much can be attributed to the dreadful environment and facilities in which we are working but of course not all. There are so many areas for improvement. I was encouraged to see how quickly and openly the midwives began to participate in the discussion. It is so important that the solutions or recommendations come from the midwives themselves. I was able to stress the importance of working as a team and try and find small attainable goals on which to start improving. We have actually put some of these into practice already. We are also using these workshops to audit maternal death files of which we have four since the beginning of the year. We look at the details surrounding the death picking up any areas of poor or insufficient care or attention. Lack of staff or materials including laboratory or blood transfusion services. We then decide on actions to be taken and personell to be informed. This is proving to be a strong teaching aid. It confirms my belief that most of the midwives have the knowledge but very often are not converting this into everyday situations. How to achieve this has become my greatest challenge. So I returned home after another busy day. Lucas still had a slightly fever. He was now eating small amounts but as he explained to me “ Mum, I feel strange” Now I was beginning to feel insecure. Was I making a big mistake? Did he need to see a paediatrician? Was I withholding necessary medication? Was I being stubborn? Did I really know what I was doing? I made a decision there and then......If he continued to have fever the next morning we would go hastily to consult a specialist.
We both slept well that night. The best night’s sleep in days. On awaking this morning I could tell that he was better. No fever, hungry for breakfast and willing and keen to go to school. What a relief! I arrived on labour ward soon after 7.30am. The ward was full of women, many waiting for beds. It was going to be another crazy day! Our Norwegian obstetrician was calling for help. The placenta had separated from the uterine wall and the woman was bleeding profusely. The baby was already dead but she feared for the life of the mother. She quickly delivered the child with a vacuum extraction. We were prepared with IV lines, medication and most importantly with a ‘team’ of people. The massive haemorrhage was controlled, blood was available for transfusion, her life was saved. On another bed Stella had pushed out a 24week foetus (abortion) totally unattended. She was lying in a pool of blood, amniotic liquid, urine and faeces. I gave her the appropriate medication to prevent bleeding and began to clean her up. If she decides not to take away the foetus it goes in the bin along with the placentas.....that was the hardest part for me. That was just that was just the start of the day. Then came the usual pre eclampsias, post partum haemorrages, obstructed labours, foetal distress, birth on the bathroom floor ( not to be recommended ..the floor is filthy) I performed 2 vacuum extractions for foetal distress and fortunately just before leaving for home at 4.30pm.one nice straight forward uncomplicated birth. No babies died, though some had to be resuscitated, nor did we loose any mothers. My legs were aching, my throat was dry, I suddenly remembered I hadn’t eaten all day.
The best was arriving home. Lucas came running out to meet me. No shirt, no shoes with his arms open and a big smile. He was obviously better. He stopped when he saw me “I’m not going to hug you with all that blood and stuff on you” The troubles of the day disappeared, the tiredness left me as I took him up in a big hug despite the smelly uniform!
This has been in my thoughts almost permanently during the past few days.
On Saturday Lucas started to feel unwell. Most of the night was spent trying to keep down his fever and encourage him to drink. Living in Malawi means that every fever is possible Malaria. By Sunday he was weak and drowsy, had no appetite and just wanted to sleep. He refused all food and it was difficult to persuade him to take fluids. I was concerned but as the symptoms were very different to when he had Malaria last year I decided to wait and see. I am loath to treat without a pretty definite diagnosis. He continued to fell unwell but was not deteriorating. Monday morning he was not well enough to go to school nor did he want to eat but I felt that he was slightly improved. Instinctively I felt that it was not Malaria but could not find any reason for his persistent fever. I called by to inform his teacher. To be expected she was unable to support my decision to wait and see encouraging me to take him for Malaria testing. I began to doubt myself. The test was done much to Lucas’ disgust who also reassured me that it was not Malaria! I was negative. Leaving him with the nanny I went to work. A busy morning on labour ward then a meeting with Tarek and the project manager of the new maternity units to make some last minute changes to the theatres.
Arriving home at 5pm I found Lucas with fever and still feeling unwell. I had asked his nanny to inform me of any changes but she hadn’t. That night the fever continued and we passed another restless night. Tuesday he still wasn’t fit for school but he was somewhat better than the previous day. I still felt I should wait and not rush into unnecessary treatment which I truly believe would be detrimental in the long run. I left him once again with his nanny. Tuesdays are workshop days. These times together with the Bwaila midwives have become enthusiastically attended. They form an important part of my work here in Malawi. We had undergone a ‘quality control’ assessment during the past week and we now had to hear the outcome and discuss its relevance. It was not a surprise to any of us to find that the results were extremely unfavourable. Much can be attributed to the dreadful environment and facilities in which we are working but of course not all. There are so many areas for improvement. I was encouraged to see how quickly and openly the midwives began to participate in the discussion. It is so important that the solutions or recommendations come from the midwives themselves. I was able to stress the importance of working as a team and try and find small attainable goals on which to start improving. We have actually put some of these into practice already. We are also using these workshops to audit maternal death files of which we have four since the beginning of the year. We look at the details surrounding the death picking up any areas of poor or insufficient care or attention. Lack of staff or materials including laboratory or blood transfusion services. We then decide on actions to be taken and personell to be informed. This is proving to be a strong teaching aid. It confirms my belief that most of the midwives have the knowledge but very often are not converting this into everyday situations. How to achieve this has become my greatest challenge. So I returned home after another busy day. Lucas still had a slightly fever. He was now eating small amounts but as he explained to me “ Mum, I feel strange” Now I was beginning to feel insecure. Was I making a big mistake? Did he need to see a paediatrician? Was I withholding necessary medication? Was I being stubborn? Did I really know what I was doing? I made a decision there and then......If he continued to have fever the next morning we would go hastily to consult a specialist.
We both slept well that night. The best night’s sleep in days. On awaking this morning I could tell that he was better. No fever, hungry for breakfast and willing and keen to go to school. What a relief! I arrived on labour ward soon after 7.30am. The ward was full of women, many waiting for beds. It was going to be another crazy day! Our Norwegian obstetrician was calling for help. The placenta had separated from the uterine wall and the woman was bleeding profusely. The baby was already dead but she feared for the life of the mother. She quickly delivered the child with a vacuum extraction. We were prepared with IV lines, medication and most importantly with a ‘team’ of people. The massive haemorrhage was controlled, blood was available for transfusion, her life was saved. On another bed Stella had pushed out a 24week foetus (abortion) totally unattended. She was lying in a pool of blood, amniotic liquid, urine and faeces. I gave her the appropriate medication to prevent bleeding and began to clean her up. If she decides not to take away the foetus it goes in the bin along with the placentas.....that was the hardest part for me. That was just that was just the start of the day. Then came the usual pre eclampsias, post partum haemorrages, obstructed labours, foetal distress, birth on the bathroom floor ( not to be recommended ..the floor is filthy) I performed 2 vacuum extractions for foetal distress and fortunately just before leaving for home at 4.30pm.one nice straight forward uncomplicated birth. No babies died, though some had to be resuscitated, nor did we loose any mothers. My legs were aching, my throat was dry, I suddenly remembered I hadn’t eaten all day.
The best was arriving home. Lucas came running out to meet me. No shirt, no shoes with his arms open and a big smile. He was obviously better. He stopped when he saw me “I’m not going to hug you with all that blood and stuff on you” The troubles of the day disappeared, the tiredness left me as I took him up in a big hug despite the smelly uniform!
Sunday, 18 January 2009
THERES NO HIDING THE TRUTH
"Megan's mummy died at Christmas so she could have her presents in heaven"
This was Lucas' news after his first day back at school. How easy how simple it was for a child to accept the unacceptable, to rationalize the unrationable, to fathom the unfathomable.
Is this why we hide the truth from our children? To protect them from reality, from the pain of knowing too much?
"But she died at the wrong time" he continued.
Now I was confused... I thought he had it sorted out? What did he mean now?
"Well you're supposed to die when you are old and she was just forty or fifty!"
That night he found it hard to get to sleep, we talked and we cuddled. He demanded I stay with him. I held him tight and he slept.
Being in Europe during our Christmas vacation was a bit like that... it made me realize how easy it is to hide from the truth, from the reality of Africa. Most people didn't want to know, didn't ask. They didn't want to hear of the poverty, the appalling conditions in the hospital, the critical shortage of nurses and doctors, the preventable deaths.... No, that would upset their comfortable world, so better not to ask. But not all ...some like Lucas knew there was more, that they wouldn't and shouldn't be protected from the pain. Here I found great generosity of spirit and of love. I found both financial and emotional support and for that I am grateful. You know who you are.. I don't need to put names but I do thankyou from the depth of my heart.
Christmas in Spain was all I expected and more. Being together with all my four children is such a priviledge and a joy. I am such a proud mum! How I miss them...but how lucky I am! Lucas spent many happy hours with his Dad which was just what he needed. He was pleased to find that he hadn't forgoten how to speak Spanish and even communicated with his Spanish family in Valenciano with ease.
We then spent time in UK visiting my family and a few old friends. I was so pleased to find my Mum in good health and spirits despite her recent operation. Its so much easier to be working here, however difficult it might be at times, knowing that these people love and care for me/us.
And so we arrived back in Malawi after a long and tiring flight through Nairobi and Lusaka. It felt good to be met at the airport by our good friend Mina, she and her family have adopted us since the day we arrived.
Going back to labour ward felt good. I was received with such warmth. Cries of how much I had been missed and lots of hugs. It's strange how one feels after being away, that things should have changed, but then you find they havn't and that makes you feel comfortable. Of course there is so much room for change at Bwaila I should have been happy to find some signs of improvement but no things were just the same.
Thursday was a public holiday. I knew we would be short staffed so decided to start work early.
It was probably one of the busiest days ever with just a skeleton nursing staff and one clinician. From 7am untill I left, exhausted at 2.30pm women were delivering their babies anywhere and everywhere, On the floor, between the beds, on unwashed matresses finding space whereever they could. I spent my time caring for mostly high risk mothers although couldn't help but catch two or three as they popped out unaided and unaccompanied on the next door bed. During these times its all about prioritising, I can't attend you all so who needs me most? Sometimes its the one who shouts loudest but thats not always the right one. How difficult it is to ignore their cries of "nursey, nursey, pain, pain!" but they are often ignored. She was just 17 years old and already HIV positive having her first baby, what were her chances of surviving to see her child grow. ?
Another 20 years old also HIV positive with chronic anaemia aborting her first pregnancy at 24 weeks. Luckily we managed to find blood to transfuse ,the following day she was still alive. Then there was the woman carrying her 10th child but with no living child. Now 2 weeks past her due dates and with a dead child. And so it went on and on that day. When I left the beds were stll full but I could do no more.I was phisically and mentally exhausted. The hardest thing is to walk away. I dont think I will ever learn how to do that well.
Then I came down with a rotten chesty cough and cold. I remember thinking as I listened to that man on the plane coughing loudly I wonder how many of us will catch that? Well I did!
Friday no labour ward. I left my cosy bed to attend our weekly 'Quality Improvement' meeting.Tarek and I arrived both arrived on time at 2pm. By 2.40pm we were still waiting. When the first attendants started to arrive 45minutes late we were so discouraged by the lack of interest we postponed the meeting until next week. Saturday morning I was to meet with other nurses to audit the maternal death files. This is supposed to take place regularly with the aim of critically reviewing the circumstances around the death focusing on where the problems are and taking the appropiate actions. Once more no one arrived. I set about organizing the files and taking a brief look at some of them. I was eventually joined by one of the senior nurses. We only audited one file. For me that was enough. This maternal death was purely and simply due to absence of blood for transfusion from the central blood bank and delay in organizing family donation which may have saved her life. This must be difficult for you to believe but it is the continuing reality of Malawi.
Tomorrow is another day. I will do what I can...that is all.......
,
This was Lucas' news after his first day back at school. How easy how simple it was for a child to accept the unacceptable, to rationalize the unrationable, to fathom the unfathomable.
Is this why we hide the truth from our children? To protect them from reality, from the pain of knowing too much?
"But she died at the wrong time" he continued.
Now I was confused... I thought he had it sorted out? What did he mean now?
"Well you're supposed to die when you are old and she was just forty or fifty!"
That night he found it hard to get to sleep, we talked and we cuddled. He demanded I stay with him. I held him tight and he slept.
Being in Europe during our Christmas vacation was a bit like that... it made me realize how easy it is to hide from the truth, from the reality of Africa. Most people didn't want to know, didn't ask. They didn't want to hear of the poverty, the appalling conditions in the hospital, the critical shortage of nurses and doctors, the preventable deaths.... No, that would upset their comfortable world, so better not to ask. But not all ...some like Lucas knew there was more, that they wouldn't and shouldn't be protected from the pain. Here I found great generosity of spirit and of love. I found both financial and emotional support and for that I am grateful. You know who you are.. I don't need to put names but I do thankyou from the depth of my heart.
Christmas in Spain was all I expected and more. Being together with all my four children is such a priviledge and a joy. I am such a proud mum! How I miss them...but how lucky I am! Lucas spent many happy hours with his Dad which was just what he needed. He was pleased to find that he hadn't forgoten how to speak Spanish and even communicated with his Spanish family in Valenciano with ease.
We then spent time in UK visiting my family and a few old friends. I was so pleased to find my Mum in good health and spirits despite her recent operation. Its so much easier to be working here, however difficult it might be at times, knowing that these people love and care for me/us.
And so we arrived back in Malawi after a long and tiring flight through Nairobi and Lusaka. It felt good to be met at the airport by our good friend Mina, she and her family have adopted us since the day we arrived.
Going back to labour ward felt good. I was received with such warmth. Cries of how much I had been missed and lots of hugs. It's strange how one feels after being away, that things should have changed, but then you find they havn't and that makes you feel comfortable. Of course there is so much room for change at Bwaila I should have been happy to find some signs of improvement but no things were just the same.
Thursday was a public holiday. I knew we would be short staffed so decided to start work early.
It was probably one of the busiest days ever with just a skeleton nursing staff and one clinician. From 7am untill I left, exhausted at 2.30pm women were delivering their babies anywhere and everywhere, On the floor, between the beds, on unwashed matresses finding space whereever they could. I spent my time caring for mostly high risk mothers although couldn't help but catch two or three as they popped out unaided and unaccompanied on the next door bed. During these times its all about prioritising, I can't attend you all so who needs me most? Sometimes its the one who shouts loudest but thats not always the right one. How difficult it is to ignore their cries of "nursey, nursey, pain, pain!" but they are often ignored. She was just 17 years old and already HIV positive having her first baby, what were her chances of surviving to see her child grow. ?
Another 20 years old also HIV positive with chronic anaemia aborting her first pregnancy at 24 weeks. Luckily we managed to find blood to transfuse ,the following day she was still alive. Then there was the woman carrying her 10th child but with no living child. Now 2 weeks past her due dates and with a dead child. And so it went on and on that day. When I left the beds were stll full but I could do no more.I was phisically and mentally exhausted. The hardest thing is to walk away. I dont think I will ever learn how to do that well.
Then I came down with a rotten chesty cough and cold. I remember thinking as I listened to that man on the plane coughing loudly I wonder how many of us will catch that? Well I did!
Friday no labour ward. I left my cosy bed to attend our weekly 'Quality Improvement' meeting.Tarek and I arrived both arrived on time at 2pm. By 2.40pm we were still waiting. When the first attendants started to arrive 45minutes late we were so discouraged by the lack of interest we postponed the meeting until next week. Saturday morning I was to meet with other nurses to audit the maternal death files. This is supposed to take place regularly with the aim of critically reviewing the circumstances around the death focusing on where the problems are and taking the appropiate actions. Once more no one arrived. I set about organizing the files and taking a brief look at some of them. I was eventually joined by one of the senior nurses. We only audited one file. For me that was enough. This maternal death was purely and simply due to absence of blood for transfusion from the central blood bank and delay in organizing family donation which may have saved her life. This must be difficult for you to believe but it is the continuing reality of Malawi.
Tomorrow is another day. I will do what I can...that is all.......
,
Sunday, 14 December 2008
DIFFERENT WORLDS
As I sit here in the comfort and warmth of my brothers home in England I am thinking of Malawi . I want to write to update you with news of my women and babies, left behind, so far away in a different reality to that in which I now find myself. We arrived this morning after a long and tiring flight through Lusaka and Nairobi. With just 30 minutes left before landing we were told that due to intense fog conditions at Heathrow airport we would likely have to divert to Amsterdam. At that moment it just seemed too much to bear! I confess I sent up a word to the Almighty for a safe landing...preferably at Heathrow!
After circling for 20 minutes we were told we could land a Gatwick....that was better, at least we would be in England! With 5 minutes till landing another announcement told us we would be turning round to land at Heathrow as planned.. the fog had lifted! Joy of joys we arrived only 40minutes later than scheduled. What a priviledge to have that feeling of somehow being "looked after"
I went to visit Flora twice before I left. I took her some more food and some of my daughter Fionas old clothes. She was so happy to receive them especially a pair of pink shoes that I had no need of. On the first visit her investigations had still not been done nor had she been transfused the prescribed blood. I insisted that this be done and they assured me they would attend to it. I was not confident but could do no more. The second time I visited she had already been discharged home. I went to see the attending clinician and together we examined her file, She had been given 2 bags of blood, her Hb had risen to 6.2. The investigations revealed her to be suffering from a common parasite found in the waters of Lake Malawi( Bilharzia) This had been adequately treated. As chronic condition this had been the cause of her severe anaemia . There was no reason to think that she should not now recover fully. I left the hospital feeling happy and content. Although I did wonder what would have happened, if the outcome would have been different had I not taken a special interest in her? I hope that one day when I visit the lake I will be able to find her and see how she is progressing.
The day before leaving I took a trip out to the villages to follow up my twins, Edward and Alex. Pilirani had called me two weeks ago saying that they were starting to go hungry. Last years maize was finished and they were now planting for a harvest in March of 2009. I took with me a 50kg. sack of maize which should feed her family for a month. As usual all the children came running out to greet me. They all want to watch over my car or carry my bags as they know this will result in a 20mk or 50 mk payment. I sat down to talk to the ladies of the village. Looking round at them all especially the children I was overwhelmed by such a strong feeling that whatever I brought, however much, it would never be enough. This is how I have been feeling these last days . Never, oh never enough!
After a short trip this afternoon to a local shopping centre I find myself with all sorts of confusing feelings and emotions and cant stop thinking about my life in Lilongwe so different, so far removed from what I will be seeing and experiencing during the next few weeks. I look at the busy people rushing around doing their Christmas shopping seemingly totally unaware of what it is like for my poor women and babies in Malawi. I want to scream and shout and tell them to stop buying un necessary things, to stop spending their money on trivialities, what importance have they? dont they realize that just a plane journey away the people are suffering, are hungry, have nothing, no presents, no chocolates, no pillow to lay their head, no shoes on their feet. Different countries, different realities.
As I passed through labour ward on Friday to bid farewell to my colleagues a young woman called to me, her arms outstretched, " Nursey, nursey come and help me, please come and help me! " I could see that the babys head was close to being born. I could not attend her. I had other things to do. I had no uniform or gloves. What excuses I gave! I called to another Malawian midwife to attend ..the birth was imminent. " No, no, no the young woman pleaded with me " You nursey..., asungu, asungu, asungu......" ( She wanted this white woman to care for her, not anyone, just this white woman) I had to leave, the other midwife went to her. I can still see her arms stretched out to me and hear her voice " asungu, asungu!" and I left...
And here I am in England, doing my Christmas shopping along with all the rest.........
After circling for 20 minutes we were told we could land a Gatwick....that was better, at least we would be in England! With 5 minutes till landing another announcement told us we would be turning round to land at Heathrow as planned.. the fog had lifted! Joy of joys we arrived only 40minutes later than scheduled. What a priviledge to have that feeling of somehow being "looked after"
I went to visit Flora twice before I left. I took her some more food and some of my daughter Fionas old clothes. She was so happy to receive them especially a pair of pink shoes that I had no need of. On the first visit her investigations had still not been done nor had she been transfused the prescribed blood. I insisted that this be done and they assured me they would attend to it. I was not confident but could do no more. The second time I visited she had already been discharged home. I went to see the attending clinician and together we examined her file, She had been given 2 bags of blood, her Hb had risen to 6.2. The investigations revealed her to be suffering from a common parasite found in the waters of Lake Malawi( Bilharzia) This had been adequately treated. As chronic condition this had been the cause of her severe anaemia . There was no reason to think that she should not now recover fully. I left the hospital feeling happy and content. Although I did wonder what would have happened, if the outcome would have been different had I not taken a special interest in her? I hope that one day when I visit the lake I will be able to find her and see how she is progressing.
The day before leaving I took a trip out to the villages to follow up my twins, Edward and Alex. Pilirani had called me two weeks ago saying that they were starting to go hungry. Last years maize was finished and they were now planting for a harvest in March of 2009. I took with me a 50kg. sack of maize which should feed her family for a month. As usual all the children came running out to greet me. They all want to watch over my car or carry my bags as they know this will result in a 20mk or 50 mk payment. I sat down to talk to the ladies of the village. Looking round at them all especially the children I was overwhelmed by such a strong feeling that whatever I brought, however much, it would never be enough. This is how I have been feeling these last days . Never, oh never enough!
After a short trip this afternoon to a local shopping centre I find myself with all sorts of confusing feelings and emotions and cant stop thinking about my life in Lilongwe so different, so far removed from what I will be seeing and experiencing during the next few weeks. I look at the busy people rushing around doing their Christmas shopping seemingly totally unaware of what it is like for my poor women and babies in Malawi. I want to scream and shout and tell them to stop buying un necessary things, to stop spending their money on trivialities, what importance have they? dont they realize that just a plane journey away the people are suffering, are hungry, have nothing, no presents, no chocolates, no pillow to lay their head, no shoes on their feet. Different countries, different realities.
As I passed through labour ward on Friday to bid farewell to my colleagues a young woman called to me, her arms outstretched, " Nursey, nursey come and help me, please come and help me! " I could see that the babys head was close to being born. I could not attend her. I had other things to do. I had no uniform or gloves. What excuses I gave! I called to another Malawian midwife to attend ..the birth was imminent. " No, no, no the young woman pleaded with me " You nursey..., asungu, asungu, asungu......" ( She wanted this white woman to care for her, not anyone, just this white woman) I had to leave, the other midwife went to her. I can still see her arms stretched out to me and hear her voice " asungu, asungu!" and I left...
And here I am in England, doing my Christmas shopping along with all the rest.........
Wednesday, 26 November 2008
MAKING A DIFFERENCE
Today I want to share two of my many stories with you.
The first time I met Flora she was lying on a bed in labour ward her mum was standing alongside her. I was suprised at how young she looked and immediately noticed the worry and concern reflected on her mum's face. Maybe that was how I identified with her in that moment, somehow not as a patient and guardian, of which I see many, but as a Mum with her precious daughter. It is unusual to find mothers on labour ward except with very sick patients so I immediately presumed that her condition must be critical. I inspected her file to familiarize myself with her case and found that indeed she was a very ill girl/woman. Flora had been referred from the health centre in Salima, more than an hours drive from Lilongwe and situated on the side of Lake Malawi. She was around 30 weeks into her first pregnancy but was carrying a dead baby. She had last felt her baby's movements over one week ago. But that was not her only problem. She was suffering from severe and chronic anaemia. Her Hb. (normally 12 to 14) was 3.1 .The clinician who had admitted her described her appearance as "paper white" This may seem a strange way to describe a person with black skin but certainly makes you realize the seriousness of her condition. Flora is 20 years old, but looks 15! Apart from the pregnancy she had also been vomiting blood for several days. The reason for this was not known at that time but was an important contributing factor to her anaemic state. The hospital at Salima had transfused 3 bags of blood but could do no more. It was now extremely important to deliver the dead child but her critical condition made this very dangerous so she was referred to us at Bwaila.
By the time I arrived she had been transfused one more bag of blood and induction of labour had been iniciated. I decided to take over her care. I quickly made friends with her Mum, even though she spoke very little English and was grateful for her presence throughout the day. I soon realized that they had arrived in an ambulance from Salima with no posessions, money or food. I gave her Mum 500mk(less than 3 euros) with which to buy some basic food and essentials. It quickly became obvious that Flora had been sexually abused and therefore it was very difficult to perform the necessary examinations and procedures. However, I refused to do this by force ( she had been forced too many times) and though it took a great deal of time and effort, talking and explaining, and being as gentle as possible, I slowly began to gain her trust and confidence. She laboured quickly during the day and by early afternoon she was ready to deliver. I had been able to transfuse 2 bags of blood and also blood extracts during the morning and hoped that would be enough. It was all that was available. We had been promised more later. I was concerned as to how she would cope during and after the birth and did all I could to ensure minimum blood loss at that time. The fetus and placenta was expelled easily without haemorrage but she continued to ooze afterwards. When I left her on Friday afternoon she was on the way to operating theatre for an exploratory procedure to establish the cause of bleeding. It was just too difficult to examine her properlywithout sedation or anesthetic. My last words to the clinical officer was " Please look after Flora I want to see her on Monday"
" I'll do my best " he replied. I could ask no more.
I spent most of the weekend thinking of her.
My first call on Monday morning was to post natal ward. I was delighted to find Flora alive. Not healthy, not strong, but alive.
The same day she was transferred to the gynae.ward at the central hospital for further investigations. She was still vomiting blood.
Today I went to see her and took her some boxes of milk, nutricious cereals, a bar of soap and some washing powder. I found her sitting up in bed, still ' paper white' but still alive.
When I enquired of the clinicians as to her condition I found that the investigations were still not done and they were not aware of her most recent blood results. Her Hb. post delivery is now 2.9.
I do assure you that in the developed countries 2.9 is considered nearly dead!
I requested that they ensure she receives more blood and that the investigations be carried out as soon as possible. I will return in 2 days to make sure.
Now I must quickly tell you about Larson.
My friend and fellow midwife Joanne, now living in Ghana, but who spent 3 years working at Bwaila, is here on holiday. It has been great to spend time with her, she's a remarkable lady.
On Saturday she sent me a message telling me of a Malawian family that she knows. Larson was desperate to find work. Did I know of any opportunities? At the time I didn't. Later that day I was talking to my neighbour who informed me she would be moving to a new house. It would be a good thing as there would be a big garden for her boys to play in but unfortunately being the other side of town she would need a driver to shuttle her sons back and forth to school and their various activities. I immediately thought of Joanne and her friend.
The interview was arranged for Sunday morning. Joanne arrived with Larson and I introduced them to Rose. We sat on the verandah and Larson began to talk. A married man with 3 children his wife was expecting the 4th. He had been out of work for 2 years and during that time had trained and gained a licience to drive taxis. He started his own business as a taxi driver but a year ago he was attacked at gun point and his taxi was stolen.He is lucky to be alive. Understandably, he will not drive a taxi again.
We asked how he and the family had survived during the past year? He explained that by doing small jobs he could earn some money so the family could eat and if not they just had water. It was shocking to hear this type of story first hand. We all know how many families here in Malawi live this way but it was disturbing for us to listen to his words and hear the emotion in his voice. The voice of a good man who so often could not provide for his family.
" I promise I will work hard, madam. " he said. " You can trust me. I will look after your boys as if they were my own. "
Rose decided to offer him the job. She was concerned that it would not start untill January.
" That's OK, madam, I have been waiting so many months I can wait one more"
The tears in his eyes and the smile on his face as he left to walk the 6km home to tell his wife the good news were a joy to behold!
What an incredibly humbling experience it had been for us all.
" You have just employed a driver " I said to Rose " But you have turned his whole life round"
Larston would go home to tell his pregnant wife that the future was brighter. 2009 would bring food on the table, clothes for his children and who knows maybe schools and medicines too.
" There was always much love in that family." said Joanne.
" Now there is hope"
How little we really had to do to make a difference. How little YOU really have to do to make a difference.
The first time I met Flora she was lying on a bed in labour ward her mum was standing alongside her. I was suprised at how young she looked and immediately noticed the worry and concern reflected on her mum's face. Maybe that was how I identified with her in that moment, somehow not as a patient and guardian, of which I see many, but as a Mum with her precious daughter. It is unusual to find mothers on labour ward except with very sick patients so I immediately presumed that her condition must be critical. I inspected her file to familiarize myself with her case and found that indeed she was a very ill girl/woman. Flora had been referred from the health centre in Salima, more than an hours drive from Lilongwe and situated on the side of Lake Malawi. She was around 30 weeks into her first pregnancy but was carrying a dead baby. She had last felt her baby's movements over one week ago. But that was not her only problem. She was suffering from severe and chronic anaemia. Her Hb. (normally 12 to 14) was 3.1 .The clinician who had admitted her described her appearance as "paper white" This may seem a strange way to describe a person with black skin but certainly makes you realize the seriousness of her condition. Flora is 20 years old, but looks 15! Apart from the pregnancy she had also been vomiting blood for several days. The reason for this was not known at that time but was an important contributing factor to her anaemic state. The hospital at Salima had transfused 3 bags of blood but could do no more. It was now extremely important to deliver the dead child but her critical condition made this very dangerous so she was referred to us at Bwaila.
By the time I arrived she had been transfused one more bag of blood and induction of labour had been iniciated. I decided to take over her care. I quickly made friends with her Mum, even though she spoke very little English and was grateful for her presence throughout the day. I soon realized that they had arrived in an ambulance from Salima with no posessions, money or food. I gave her Mum 500mk(less than 3 euros) with which to buy some basic food and essentials. It quickly became obvious that Flora had been sexually abused and therefore it was very difficult to perform the necessary examinations and procedures. However, I refused to do this by force ( she had been forced too many times) and though it took a great deal of time and effort, talking and explaining, and being as gentle as possible, I slowly began to gain her trust and confidence. She laboured quickly during the day and by early afternoon she was ready to deliver. I had been able to transfuse 2 bags of blood and also blood extracts during the morning and hoped that would be enough. It was all that was available. We had been promised more later. I was concerned as to how she would cope during and after the birth and did all I could to ensure minimum blood loss at that time. The fetus and placenta was expelled easily without haemorrage but she continued to ooze afterwards. When I left her on Friday afternoon she was on the way to operating theatre for an exploratory procedure to establish the cause of bleeding. It was just too difficult to examine her properlywithout sedation or anesthetic. My last words to the clinical officer was " Please look after Flora I want to see her on Monday"
" I'll do my best " he replied. I could ask no more.
I spent most of the weekend thinking of her.
My first call on Monday morning was to post natal ward. I was delighted to find Flora alive. Not healthy, not strong, but alive.
The same day she was transferred to the gynae.ward at the central hospital for further investigations. She was still vomiting blood.
Today I went to see her and took her some boxes of milk, nutricious cereals, a bar of soap and some washing powder. I found her sitting up in bed, still ' paper white' but still alive.
When I enquired of the clinicians as to her condition I found that the investigations were still not done and they were not aware of her most recent blood results. Her Hb. post delivery is now 2.9.
I do assure you that in the developed countries 2.9 is considered nearly dead!
I requested that they ensure she receives more blood and that the investigations be carried out as soon as possible. I will return in 2 days to make sure.
Now I must quickly tell you about Larson.
My friend and fellow midwife Joanne, now living in Ghana, but who spent 3 years working at Bwaila, is here on holiday. It has been great to spend time with her, she's a remarkable lady.
On Saturday she sent me a message telling me of a Malawian family that she knows. Larson was desperate to find work. Did I know of any opportunities? At the time I didn't. Later that day I was talking to my neighbour who informed me she would be moving to a new house. It would be a good thing as there would be a big garden for her boys to play in but unfortunately being the other side of town she would need a driver to shuttle her sons back and forth to school and their various activities. I immediately thought of Joanne and her friend.
The interview was arranged for Sunday morning. Joanne arrived with Larson and I introduced them to Rose. We sat on the verandah and Larson began to talk. A married man with 3 children his wife was expecting the 4th. He had been out of work for 2 years and during that time had trained and gained a licience to drive taxis. He started his own business as a taxi driver but a year ago he was attacked at gun point and his taxi was stolen.He is lucky to be alive. Understandably, he will not drive a taxi again.
We asked how he and the family had survived during the past year? He explained that by doing small jobs he could earn some money so the family could eat and if not they just had water. It was shocking to hear this type of story first hand. We all know how many families here in Malawi live this way but it was disturbing for us to listen to his words and hear the emotion in his voice. The voice of a good man who so often could not provide for his family.
" I promise I will work hard, madam. " he said. " You can trust me. I will look after your boys as if they were my own. "
Rose decided to offer him the job. She was concerned that it would not start untill January.
" That's OK, madam, I have been waiting so many months I can wait one more"
The tears in his eyes and the smile on his face as he left to walk the 6km home to tell his wife the good news were a joy to behold!
What an incredibly humbling experience it had been for us all.
" You have just employed a driver " I said to Rose " But you have turned his whole life round"
Larston would go home to tell his pregnant wife that the future was brighter. 2009 would bring food on the table, clothes for his children and who knows maybe schools and medicines too.
" There was always much love in that family." said Joanne.
" Now there is hope"
How little we really had to do to make a difference. How little YOU really have to do to make a difference.
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
BLOODY MATTERS
A new blood bank is being built in Lilongwe. Until this is finished the blood comes from a central supply in Blantyre., more than 3 hours drive from here. It is ordered and received daily but invariably there is never enough. Most of the donors are young students which means in holiday times there is a marked shortage. Iam sure that the particular lack of supply two weeks ago was the cause of many tragic incidents all over the country but I can only tell you of those in which I was involved. The lady that I talked of last time was eventualy delivered of a still born infant later in the day. A normal delivery saved her from a c/section. Her life was not put at risk by operating with out the necessary blood supplies but for her baby it was too late. The following day I was attending a very young girl, just 17 years old, having her first baby. She had been suffering from severe malnutrition and chronic anaemia for some time. (Hb 4.2) As her labour progressed I prepared myself and her for possible complications. An IV line was inserted and the appropiate medications were prepared and ready for use as soon as the baby was born. Her blood loss should be minimal if she was to maintain her condition. I aided the last part of her labour by assisting with a vacuum extraction. Such severe anaemia brings with it an overload on the heart and inability to cope with extreme effort such as pushing out a baby. The placenta was delivered quickly with minimum blood loss. It was then she started to haemorrage. I knew that I would be lucky to find blood for her but had send off a petition earlier. It was still not available. After following all the procedures in event of severe haemorrage she still continued to bleed. We were begining to get worried. As with any wound or area of blood loss, compression of the site willreduce bleeding. It was the only thing left to do and for the time necessary to stem the haemorrage or untill the arrival of the blood so that she could be taken to theatre for a hysterectomy.The poorly contracted uterus was the cause of the haemorrage with the underlying chronic anaemia. This meant that removing the uterus would be the only option. So it was that I found myself performing bi-manual uterine compression for more than 30 minutes. This means that I had to compress the uterus between my two hands, one externally and the other internally, in the vagina. It is a procedure that we are taught in our training and that I continue to teach for emergency situations but is rarely needed as by this stage the woman should be in the operating theatre. The senior obstetrician was called to review the situation. She decided to go ahead and operate. The anaesthetist was not happy. "She can die here from her bleeding and we do nothing or we can try and operate and she dies in theatre.... we must give her a chance. Some things we just have to leave to God" the obstetrician remarked encouragingly. I found myself in operating theatre with this young girl. At worst she would not survive and at best she would be 17 years old with no uterus! I waited by her side for the surgeons to get ready and the theatre to be prepared. I was continuously checking for the contraction of the uterus and signs that the bleeding had ceased. All was ready. "Please can you check the vaginal packs once more " I asked, " I think she has stopped bleeding ,her uterus is contracted " And it was! There was no need to operate, I couldn't believe it! She was taken to post natal ward where later that night she received 5 packs of blood. When I went to see her the next day she was sitting up feeding her baby!
Maybe I should end with that story so that you can all feel better and happy? But no .... I cannot, you need to know the whole truth, all the stories. The following day the situation was still the same. Little or no blood to be found. The lady who was brought to us from the health centre was already in a poor state as she had started to haemorrage in her home, in the village. The placenta was lying low down, in front of the baby's head (placenta previa)as the cervix began to stretch it was pulled away from the uterine wall and began to bleed. She had already lost a huge amount of blood when she arrived in the early hours of the morning. The treatment for this condition is emergency c/section. She was unstable and there was no blood available. The anaesthetist decided her condition was too precarious to operate.The young clinician could not contact his superior and the woman bled to death one hour and a half after arriving at the hospital. Her baby was still inside her. Should she have been taken to theatre in any case? without any posibility of transfusion! Maybe yes? Maybe no? Would any doctor like to be faced with that decision? would you like to be faced with that decision?
Don't worry you won't have to ! You'll always have blood available for transfusion. Your blood banks work, your donor schemes work. You are rich, you can protest and complain! The women...especially the women...the poor women of Malawi have no voice, will not be heard, so they die because there is no blood to give them.
The new Bwaila hospital is well underway and nearing completion.It should be ready March of April next year and I'm getting involved!
The Rose Project from Ireland (www.roseproject.org). are funding the building and equipping. It will then be turned over to the Malawian district health authority to staff and run. So thats where I fit in. I will be co ordinating and advising to help to achieve the vision and aims of the donors and sponsors. To create a maternity hospital of excellence here in Lilongwe.
More about that next time.Suffice to say its all very exciting for me and a whole new challenge. Keep supporting me, please, I'll need it!
Maybe I should end with that story so that you can all feel better and happy? But no .... I cannot, you need to know the whole truth, all the stories. The following day the situation was still the same. Little or no blood to be found. The lady who was brought to us from the health centre was already in a poor state as she had started to haemorrage in her home, in the village. The placenta was lying low down, in front of the baby's head (placenta previa)as the cervix began to stretch it was pulled away from the uterine wall and began to bleed. She had already lost a huge amount of blood when she arrived in the early hours of the morning. The treatment for this condition is emergency c/section. She was unstable and there was no blood available. The anaesthetist decided her condition was too precarious to operate.The young clinician could not contact his superior and the woman bled to death one hour and a half after arriving at the hospital. Her baby was still inside her. Should she have been taken to theatre in any case? without any posibility of transfusion! Maybe yes? Maybe no? Would any doctor like to be faced with that decision? would you like to be faced with that decision?
Don't worry you won't have to ! You'll always have blood available for transfusion. Your blood banks work, your donor schemes work. You are rich, you can protest and complain! The women...especially the women...the poor women of Malawi have no voice, will not be heard, so they die because there is no blood to give them.
The new Bwaila hospital is well underway and nearing completion.It should be ready March of April next year and I'm getting involved!
The Rose Project from Ireland (www.roseproject.org). are funding the building and equipping. It will then be turned over to the Malawian district health authority to staff and run. So thats where I fit in. I will be co ordinating and advising to help to achieve the vision and aims of the donors and sponsors. To create a maternity hospital of excellence here in Lilongwe.
More about that next time.Suffice to say its all very exciting for me and a whole new challenge. Keep supporting me, please, I'll need it!
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