It is the Season of Joy (and Hopes) for Midwives For Haiti
Just 17 days ago I sat and watched as 23 very proud and very new midwives sashayed up the aisle of the room above the Ebenezer market to their honored seats for their graduation ceremony. The joy I felt was tinged with a sense of shock and grief because my brother had been killed in a tragic tree-cutting accident in Ohio 8 days before and I had just returned from his funeral. I sat and thought of the men who told me at his funeral that they would have never sat foot in Haiti if it was not for my brother recruiting them to come to help him with a construction project that needed their welding, electrician, or construction skills. I thought about all the people who are changed forever when they have contact and see with their own eyes the depth of the poverty and hunger in Haiti. I thought about all the good my brother had done for others in his life and what a senseless loss it was to lose him. It was really hard to get back into my life in Haiti that day.
But while the graduates sang and danced I was able to feel their joy and hope. We have hope they will find jobs - as did 95% of our past graduates - because to have a job means the world shifts for their families and the empowerment they feel is worth the work of MFH by itself. But with the additional high probability that each of these women will touch the lives of hundreds of women and babies each year for the rest of their lives- that is joy.
It was really a highlight of the weekend to have a team from Every Mother Counts and Christy Turlington Burns, the founder, present for the ceremony. They sponsored most of the costs of the education of these midwives this past year. They gave us the great news that they were going to continue their support for another year- such support allows us to expand our reach in other areas of our program and know the costs of training another class is a sure thing for our budget.
On Monday we gave the team a tour of the hospital. By the time Christy and her team arrived in the early afternoon all looked clean and orderly and every midwife looked totally in control. But what I did not know until later was that that morning our
volunteers and students had arrived to find many women and babies on the
floor who had delivered during the night or were in labor. I loved
hearing the stories from Wendy and Jenn and Alica about the TLC our
students gave to the women as they cleaned them and organized all of
them into those that went home and those that needed beds! You can see Wendy's interview with Christy here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6BsXYVufnA
There is much to be joyful about when we look at the number of women served by our mobile prenatal clinics- @600/month and those served in birth centers and hospitals all around Haiti- over 3000 per month in six of the 10 districts of Haiti.
There is also such promise of better things to come for the babies in the Central Plateau as Ohio State University is training 5 nurses to run a special care nursery and the equipment arrives for it mid-January. Monica Terez is leading the training, learning the language, learning how to get around in Hinche. OSU could not have chosen a more passionate nurse for this job. All those babies that have been lost in the past due to a lack of trained nurses and the ability to give them some support with respiration, feeding tubes, breastmilk, kangaroo care, warmth, etc. will now live and go home with their mothers. It will be a momentous day when that unit opens! This picture is of Monica assisting at a rural prenatal clinic.
And we bought another vehicle the week after graduation! As everything is in Haiti - it was difficult beyond belief with multiple obstacles to overcome. So we feel a sense of accomplishment and deep gratitude to have finally done this. Every time I sat in another office and learned there was another fee, another certificate we needed, another hurdle to leap, I thought about all of our donors who gave so generously so that we can continue our mobile clinic program by having a substitute vehicle for our frequently crippled pink Jeep. As MFH still does not have official NGO status- a feat still in process- I am now the owner of the most expensive vehicle I have ever or will ever own- and will probably rarely drive it - have you seen the traffic in Port-au-Prince????!!!!!!
This next year holds such promise for good for Midwives For Haiti. I am thrilled to have a team in Hinche that includes Brittany, our house and volunteer coordinator- the title does not begin to describe all she does, and Emily Davis, our long-term volunteer from Brethren Volunteer Services who will head our data collection project, and Jenna Schmitz, CPM, a return volunteer who will stay for 7 months and has a proven track record of amazing feats every time she has worked with us. Each of these women gets a small stipend and lives with cold showers and the heat and the bugs and the dust- well, you get the idea- and their greatest joy is the chocolate our volunteers bring in every form imaginable. Brittany is becoming a great salsa dancer, Emily is learning the language, and Jenna is already changing things for the better for students and mobile clinics. These women give me JOY and if you met them you would know there is also HOPE for this world because of people like them!
Midwives For Haiti also faces many challenges for 2014. The outpouring of aid for Haiti is dwindling as the earthquake gets further into the past. As the board of directors struggles with what programs to cut in order to make the budget work, we are in pain when we realize some cuts may mean some Haitians losing their jobs. It is almost unthinkable. Most of our employees support extended families who will not eat or have a roof over their head without their relative's employment. We are short $80,000 and are busy thinking of ways to cut corners and still meet the needs of as many pregnant women as possible.
Life is fragile and precious. Midwives For Haiti programs are fragile and precious. In the past we have known both grief and joy. So we face the new year with hope and faith that together all of us can spread the joy.
The musings of a nurse-midwife who is happy to work at increasing access to skilled maternity care for women in Haiti.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
It is 4:45 on Friday
afternoon in Hinche, Haiti, and downstairs there is lively music playing
as Brittany continues Carrie's tradition of taking dancing lessons.
Outside the volunteers are doing a lot of laughing as they take Kreyol
lessons from Kenel Pierre. I am trying to recuperate from the busy day
by setting on the porch in a rocker, enjoying a cool breeze, and looking
at the trees.
For the end of June, the temperature has not been as hot as I expected and the late afternoon rains cool the air - so sleeping is not a problem- along with the fans, of course.
My Mac says that back in Richmond it is 91 degrees so sitting outside on the deck at home right now would probably not be comfortable.
We are all over-the-moon jubilant because one of our dear translators finally got his visa approved to come to the states with the goal of becoming an OB/Gyn. I called Wendy Dotson, who with her husband, Greg, will host him while he goes to school to give the good news. The meaning of what this opportunity will make for his life is overwhelming and brings me tears to think of it.
It is a time of enormous activity for Midwives For Haiti in Hinche. Right now we have 23 students and hard-working teachers and preceptors. Our mobile clinic midwives care for around 250 women per month in surrounding remote villages. We have an ongoing outreach program for the matrones in the Central Plateau. We continue to support the midwives at the hospital here with salaries continuing education and volunteer work support. They handle around 150-180 births per month and their reputation is high in the community.
Although it is easy for me to just see the problems, I am continually inspired by the stories of individual women who are blessed and saved by the care they receive from our midwives. There is the baby that is too tiny to eat but getting breastmilk because of a donated breast pump. There is the mother of 6 who would have bled to death if her matrone would have not seen her high number of pregnancies as a risk and insisted she deliver at the hospital. After 4 units of blood she will go home to mother children that would have otherwise had their own survival rate decreased drastically if their mother would have died.
Ste. Therese is going to have a NICU by the end of September! Ohio State University faculty and staff will be training and supporting the staff over the next few months. Babies who would have otherwise died or been transported to Cange (which is closing their NICU to move the staff to Mirabilais) will be able to be cared for here in Hinche. Monica Trexor, the neonatal nurse clinical specialist, is here with us.
I started today with a problem-solving meeting with our mobile clinic midwives. The to-do list at the end of it includes getting benches made for the clinics where women wait with no chairs, finding a beach-type tent for the clinics that are held outside, and getting a DVD player so that patients can watch educational videos while they wait to be seen. Figuring out snags in the record-keeping and medication orders (getting Cefexime in this country is difficult) and how to pay the announcers in each village were on the agenda also. With the help of Kathryn Kooistra and her friend, Tracy, we are going to have a new way of getting data from our records so that we can measure our effectiveness
The direction of our program for next year weighs heavy on my mind. Our training program needs continual evaluation of its effectiveness. We are faced with probable loss of two teachers to Canada and the U.S.at the end of the year. I think we have the strongest class we have ever had but retaining good teachers remains a problem for us. (Indeed it is a problem throughout the country. The most educated make the most money and are the most likely to leave the country.)
The town of Hinche has been our center of activity for 7 years. But we are asking ourselves if we should continue to teach midwives here at this hospital where there are so many barriers to evidence-based care and in this area where we have saturated the job market for our graduates. It is exciting to have many of our graduates from sponsoring organizations. They automatically have jobs when they finish. The thought of Vilana and Soislia, Mariette and Vesline going to their rural communities and working to bring skilled care where none has been before affirms that we are doing the right thing, the needed thing in training.
So we ask: Should we teach in another region, should we teach in two other regions if the opportunities are there? (We are exploring Hospital Albert Schweitzer in Des Chappelles and Hospital Convention Baptiste in Quartier Morin.) Should we take only students who are sponsored and have jobs when they are finished? Should we begin to open and support more birth centers? We really believe that the model of birth centers with skilled attendants referring to more advanced medical care when needed is a model that is the most life-saving and most cost effective for every country in this world- including the U.S. How do we incorporate more birth center experience into our students' clinical experience if most of them will work in birth centers when they complete the program?
As always, the path for Midwives For Haiti is never easy or clear. A favorite saying around here is that the problems and questions we face this year will be gone next year but next year we will have new ones. The really cool thing about our volunteers is that they have such good ideas, help us problem-solve and give us encouragement to keep climbing the mountain of obstacles. That's because they are midwives and medical professionals who are earth-shakers.
I am reading "To Repair the World" by Paul Farmer. In a speech he gave to a graduating class of doctors he warned them of the "general anesthesia of the soul" that can come from being among the privileged of this world. For anyone who is experiencing "anesthesia of the soul", joining us in our work here in Haiti will cure you.
Nadene Brunk
For the end of June, the temperature has not been as hot as I expected and the late afternoon rains cool the air - so sleeping is not a problem- along with the fans, of course.
My Mac says that back in Richmond it is 91 degrees so sitting outside on the deck at home right now would probably not be comfortable.
We are all over-the-moon jubilant because one of our dear translators finally got his visa approved to come to the states with the goal of becoming an OB/Gyn. I called Wendy Dotson, who with her husband, Greg, will host him while he goes to school to give the good news. The meaning of what this opportunity will make for his life is overwhelming and brings me tears to think of it.
It is a time of enormous activity for Midwives For Haiti in Hinche. Right now we have 23 students and hard-working teachers and preceptors. Our mobile clinic midwives care for around 250 women per month in surrounding remote villages. We have an ongoing outreach program for the matrones in the Central Plateau. We continue to support the midwives at the hospital here with salaries continuing education and volunteer work support. They handle around 150-180 births per month and their reputation is high in the community.
Although it is easy for me to just see the problems, I am continually inspired by the stories of individual women who are blessed and saved by the care they receive from our midwives. There is the baby that is too tiny to eat but getting breastmilk because of a donated breast pump. There is the mother of 6 who would have bled to death if her matrone would have not seen her high number of pregnancies as a risk and insisted she deliver at the hospital. After 4 units of blood she will go home to mother children that would have otherwise had their own survival rate decreased drastically if their mother would have died.
Ste. Therese is going to have a NICU by the end of September! Ohio State University faculty and staff will be training and supporting the staff over the next few months. Babies who would have otherwise died or been transported to Cange (which is closing their NICU to move the staff to Mirabilais) will be able to be cared for here in Hinche. Monica Trexor, the neonatal nurse clinical specialist, is here with us.
I started today with a problem-solving meeting with our mobile clinic midwives. The to-do list at the end of it includes getting benches made for the clinics where women wait with no chairs, finding a beach-type tent for the clinics that are held outside, and getting a DVD player so that patients can watch educational videos while they wait to be seen. Figuring out snags in the record-keeping and medication orders (getting Cefexime in this country is difficult) and how to pay the announcers in each village were on the agenda also. With the help of Kathryn Kooistra and her friend, Tracy, we are going to have a new way of getting data from our records so that we can measure our effectiveness
The direction of our program for next year weighs heavy on my mind. Our training program needs continual evaluation of its effectiveness. We are faced with probable loss of two teachers to Canada and the U.S.at the end of the year. I think we have the strongest class we have ever had but retaining good teachers remains a problem for us. (Indeed it is a problem throughout the country. The most educated make the most money and are the most likely to leave the country.)
The town of Hinche has been our center of activity for 7 years. But we are asking ourselves if we should continue to teach midwives here at this hospital where there are so many barriers to evidence-based care and in this area where we have saturated the job market for our graduates. It is exciting to have many of our graduates from sponsoring organizations. They automatically have jobs when they finish. The thought of Vilana and Soislia, Mariette and Vesline going to their rural communities and working to bring skilled care where none has been before affirms that we are doing the right thing, the needed thing in training.
So we ask: Should we teach in another region, should we teach in two other regions if the opportunities are there? (We are exploring Hospital Albert Schweitzer in Des Chappelles and Hospital Convention Baptiste in Quartier Morin.) Should we take only students who are sponsored and have jobs when they are finished? Should we begin to open and support more birth centers? We really believe that the model of birth centers with skilled attendants referring to more advanced medical care when needed is a model that is the most life-saving and most cost effective for every country in this world- including the U.S. How do we incorporate more birth center experience into our students' clinical experience if most of them will work in birth centers when they complete the program?
As always, the path for Midwives For Haiti is never easy or clear. A favorite saying around here is that the problems and questions we face this year will be gone next year but next year we will have new ones. The really cool thing about our volunteers is that they have such good ideas, help us problem-solve and give us encouragement to keep climbing the mountain of obstacles. That's because they are midwives and medical professionals who are earth-shakers.
I am reading "To Repair the World" by Paul Farmer. In a speech he gave to a graduating class of doctors he warned them of the "general anesthesia of the soul" that can come from being among the privileged of this world. For anyone who is experiencing "anesthesia of the soul", joining us in our work here in Haiti will cure you.
Nadene Brunk
May 18, 2013
It has been a different kind of week - but every week here in Haiti carries its own surprises, joys, and frustrations. Today I was cooking on the stove and listening to our cook sing a hymn while she peeled carrots on the back porch. The medical team was back from Bonabite and recuperating from seeing many patients in the country-side. Dr. Ken was draining a cyst from a midwife's arm that she had had for 27 years and she was happy she was finally going to be rid of it. Mirline, one of our teachers, was studying placenta previas and acretas at the classroom table. I thought about all the lovely souls in this place- from the laundry lady to the volunteer midwife from New Hampshire that puts her heart into teaching our students.
The stories of the patients break our hearts sometimes. Both Sarah and Maribeth have worked hard to find a place for a 19 year old who birthed last week and has not talked since she was raped at age 14. Her sister says she has been raped repeatedly since then and that is why she also does not feed herself and is incontinent. Maribeth is being persistent in trying to find an alternative to her going home to a certain fate of more sexual abuse. There is actually a social service department here in Hinche but the resources for dealing with this woman are not here so there seems to be no solution to where to put her for care.
Maribeth's persistence is what Jesus meant by caring for "the least of these". As women, we cannot fail to fight for our sisters who are oppressed or we will lose our very lives and souls.
Sarah's continued return to Haiti to teach midwives and care for Haitian women with gentleness and love is another example of someone whose soul is rich and vibrant. Dr. Ken's listening ear and love for the Haitians who need medical care is legend here so they wait at the gate for him to see them.
I am blessed to know these servants.
Nadene Brunk
It has been a different kind of week - but every week here in Haiti carries its own surprises, joys, and frustrations. Today I was cooking on the stove and listening to our cook sing a hymn while she peeled carrots on the back porch. The medical team was back from Bonabite and recuperating from seeing many patients in the country-side. Dr. Ken was draining a cyst from a midwife's arm that she had had for 27 years and she was happy she was finally going to be rid of it. Mirline, one of our teachers, was studying placenta previas and acretas at the classroom table. I thought about all the lovely souls in this place- from the laundry lady to the volunteer midwife from New Hampshire that puts her heart into teaching our students.
The stories of the patients break our hearts sometimes. Both Sarah and Maribeth have worked hard to find a place for a 19 year old who birthed last week and has not talked since she was raped at age 14. Her sister says she has been raped repeatedly since then and that is why she also does not feed herself and is incontinent. Maribeth is being persistent in trying to find an alternative to her going home to a certain fate of more sexual abuse. There is actually a social service department here in Hinche but the resources for dealing with this woman are not here so there seems to be no solution to where to put her for care.
Maribeth's persistence is what Jesus meant by caring for "the least of these". As women, we cannot fail to fight for our sisters who are oppressed or we will lose our very lives and souls.
Sarah's continued return to Haiti to teach midwives and care for Haitian women with gentleness and love is another example of someone whose soul is rich and vibrant. Dr. Ken's listening ear and love for the Haitians who need medical care is legend here so they wait at the gate for him to see them.
I am blessed to know these servants.
Nadene Brunk
The cure for "anesthesia of the soul"
It is 4:45 on Friday afternoon in Hinche, Haiti, and downstairs there is lively music playing as Brittany continues Carrie's tradition of taking dancing lessons. Outside the volunteers are doing a lot of laughing as they take Kreyol lessons from Kenel Pierre. I am trying to recuperate from the busy day by setting on the porch in a rocker, enjoying a cool breeze, and looking at the trees.
For the end of June, the temperature has not been as hot as I expected and the late afternoon rains cool the air - so sleeping is not a problem- along with the fans, of course.
My Mac says that back in Richmond it is 91 degrees so sitting outside on the deck at home right now would probably not be comfortable.
We are all over-the-moon jubilant because one of our dear translators finally got his visa approved to come to the states with the goal of becoming an OB/Gyn. I called Wendy Dotson, who with her husband, Greg, will host him while he goes to school to give the good news. The meaning of what this opportunity will make for his life is overwhelming and brings me tears to think of it.
It is a time of enormous activity for Midwives For Haiti in Hinche. Right now we have 23 students and hard-working teachers and preceptors. Our mobile clinic midwives care for around 250 women per month in surrounding remote villages. We have an ongoing outreach program for the matrones in the Central Plateau. We continue to support the midwives at the hospital here with salaries continuing education and volunteer work support. They handle around 150-180 births per month and their reputation is high in the community.
Although it is easy for me to just see the problems, I am continually inspired by the stories of individual women who are blessed and saved by the care they receive from our midwives. There is the baby that is too tiny to eat but getting breastmilk because of a donated breast pump. There is the mother of 6 who would have bled to death if her matrone would have not seen her high number of pregnancies as a risk and insisted she deliver at the hospital. After 4 units of blood she will go home to mother children that would have otherwise had their own survival rate decreased drastically if their mother would have died.
Ste. Therese is going to have a NICU by the end of September! Ohio State University faculty and staff will be training and supporting the staff over the next few months. Babies who would have otherwise died or been transported to Cange (which is closing their NICU to move the staff to Mirabilais) will be able to be cared for here in Hinche. Monica Trexor, the neonatal nurse clinical specialist, is here with us.
I started today with a problem-solving meeting with our mobile clinic midwives. The to-do list at the end of it includes getting benches made for the clinics where women wait with no chairs, finding a beach-type tent for the clinics that are held outside, and getting a DVD player so that patients can watch educational videos while they wait to be seen. Figuring out snags in the record-keeping and medication orders (getting Cefexime in this country is difficult) and how to pay the announcers in each village were on the agenda also. With the help of Kathryn Kooistra and her friend, Tracy, we are going to have a new way of getting data from our records so that we can measure our effectiveness
The direction of our program for next year weighs heavy on my mind. Our training program needs continual evaluation of its effectiveness. We are faced with probable loss of two teachers to Canada and the U.S.at the end of the year. I think we have the strongest class we have ever had but retaining good teachers remains a problem for us. (Indeed it is a problem throughout the country. The most educated make the most money and are the most likely to leave the country.)
The town of Hinche has been our center of activity for 7 years. But we are asking ourselves if we should continue to teach midwives here at this hospital where there are so many barriers to evidence-based care and in this area where we have saturated the job market for our graduates. It is exciting to have many of our graduates from sponsoring organizations. They automatically have jobs when they finish. The thought of Vilana and Soislia, Mariette and Vesline going to their rural communities and working to bring skilled care where none has been before affirms that we are doing the right thing, the needed thing in training.
So we ask: Should we teach in another region, should we teach in two other regions if the opportunities are there? (We are exploring Hospital Albert Schweitzer in Des Chappelles and Hospital Convention Baptiste in Quartier Morin.) Should we take only students who are sponsored and have jobs when they are finished? Should we begin to open and support more birth centers? We really believe that the model of birth centers with skilled attendants referring to more advanced medical care when needed is a model that is the most life-saving and most cost effective for every country in this world- including the U.S. How do we incorporate more birth center experience into our students' clinical experience if most of them will work in birth centers when they complete the program?
As always, the path for Midwives For Haiti is never easy or clear. A favorite saying around here is that the problems and questions we face this year will be gone next year but next year we will have new ones. The really cool thing about our volunteers is that they have such good ideas, help us problem-solve and give us encouragement to keep climbing the mountain of obstacles. That's because they are midwives and medical professionals who are earth-shakers.
I am reading "To Repair the World" by Paul Farmer. In a speech he gave to a graduating class of doctors he warned them of the "general anesthesia of the soul" that can come from being among the privileged of this world. For anyone who is experiencing "anesthesia of the soul", joining us in our work here in Haiti will cure you.
Nadene Brunk
For the end of June, the temperature has not been as hot as I expected and the late afternoon rains cool the air - so sleeping is not a problem- along with the fans, of course.
My Mac says that back in Richmond it is 91 degrees so sitting outside on the deck at home right now would probably not be comfortable.
We are all over-the-moon jubilant because one of our dear translators finally got his visa approved to come to the states with the goal of becoming an OB/Gyn. I called Wendy Dotson, who with her husband, Greg, will host him while he goes to school to give the good news. The meaning of what this opportunity will make for his life is overwhelming and brings me tears to think of it.
It is a time of enormous activity for Midwives For Haiti in Hinche. Right now we have 23 students and hard-working teachers and preceptors. Our mobile clinic midwives care for around 250 women per month in surrounding remote villages. We have an ongoing outreach program for the matrones in the Central Plateau. We continue to support the midwives at the hospital here with salaries continuing education and volunteer work support. They handle around 150-180 births per month and their reputation is high in the community.
Although it is easy for me to just see the problems, I am continually inspired by the stories of individual women who are blessed and saved by the care they receive from our midwives. There is the baby that is too tiny to eat but getting breastmilk because of a donated breast pump. There is the mother of 6 who would have bled to death if her matrone would have not seen her high number of pregnancies as a risk and insisted she deliver at the hospital. After 4 units of blood she will go home to mother children that would have otherwise had their own survival rate decreased drastically if their mother would have died.
Ste. Therese is going to have a NICU by the end of September! Ohio State University faculty and staff will be training and supporting the staff over the next few months. Babies who would have otherwise died or been transported to Cange (which is closing their NICU to move the staff to Mirabilais) will be able to be cared for here in Hinche. Monica Trexor, the neonatal nurse clinical specialist, is here with us.
I started today with a problem-solving meeting with our mobile clinic midwives. The to-do list at the end of it includes getting benches made for the clinics where women wait with no chairs, finding a beach-type tent for the clinics that are held outside, and getting a DVD player so that patients can watch educational videos while they wait to be seen. Figuring out snags in the record-keeping and medication orders (getting Cefexime in this country is difficult) and how to pay the announcers in each village were on the agenda also. With the help of Kathryn Kooistra and her friend, Tracy, we are going to have a new way of getting data from our records so that we can measure our effectiveness
The direction of our program for next year weighs heavy on my mind. Our training program needs continual evaluation of its effectiveness. We are faced with probable loss of two teachers to Canada and the U.S.at the end of the year. I think we have the strongest class we have ever had but retaining good teachers remains a problem for us. (Indeed it is a problem throughout the country. The most educated make the most money and are the most likely to leave the country.)
The town of Hinche has been our center of activity for 7 years. But we are asking ourselves if we should continue to teach midwives here at this hospital where there are so many barriers to evidence-based care and in this area where we have saturated the job market for our graduates. It is exciting to have many of our graduates from sponsoring organizations. They automatically have jobs when they finish. The thought of Vilana and Soislia, Mariette and Vesline going to their rural communities and working to bring skilled care where none has been before affirms that we are doing the right thing, the needed thing in training.
So we ask: Should we teach in another region, should we teach in two other regions if the opportunities are there? (We are exploring Hospital Albert Schweitzer in Des Chappelles and Hospital Convention Baptiste in Quartier Morin.) Should we take only students who are sponsored and have jobs when they are finished? Should we begin to open and support more birth centers? We really believe that the model of birth centers with skilled attendants referring to more advanced medical care when needed is a model that is the most life-saving and most cost effective for every country in this world- including the U.S. How do we incorporate more birth center experience into our students' clinical experience if most of them will work in birth centers when they complete the program?
As always, the path for Midwives For Haiti is never easy or clear. A favorite saying around here is that the problems and questions we face this year will be gone next year but next year we will have new ones. The really cool thing about our volunteers is that they have such good ideas, help us problem-solve and give us encouragement to keep climbing the mountain of obstacles. That's because they are midwives and medical professionals who are earth-shakers.
I am reading "To Repair the World" by Paul Farmer. In a speech he gave to a graduating class of doctors he warned them of the "general anesthesia of the soul" that can come from being among the privileged of this world. For anyone who is experiencing "anesthesia of the soul", joining us in our work here in Haiti will cure you.
Nadene Brunk
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
The Landing is Scary
Monday and today I rode a small 3-passenger plane to and from Jacmel. Three of us were in Jacmel to buy art for our art show this summer in Richmond. I am not overly fond of flyng - let alone in 3-passenger planes. But this morning we left Jacmel at 8:30 am and arrived in Hinche 30 minutes later and had the whole day to get some work done. Without the flight we would have had a 5-6 hour car ride and would have lost the day and been exhausted.
Landing in Hinche is always a bit nerve-racking because people, motocycles, goats, donkeys, cars, and children still use the runway to shorten their trip from the road on one side to the road on the other and there is no one to clear the strip before the plane lands. Barbed wire that was placed to create a barrier was gradually stolen. The pilot has to depend on people's ears working well and that they will hear the plane circle and get out of the way before it lands. I pray every time that no one gets killed. There are too many close calls.
During the flight I thought about how lovely Haiti looks from the air. During the rainy season it is greener than usual. It was fun to see places we have been, including the new hospital in Miribilais with its 1800 solar panels on the roof. But the reality of living in Haiti is more like the landing in Hinche - it is risky and scary. It does not matter if they build a new hospital if you would have to walk an hour to get to it and there is no midwife in your village to tell you that your blood pressure is too high and your family has no transportation but a makeshift stretcher to take you there when you start seizures.
Sometimes I feel the same way about our program. It looks good from the distance but in reality we have so many problems to solve before it is truly a model of a way to get skilled care to the women who do not live near hospitals. We have our mobile prenatal clinics but have no birth centers in those villages. Most women we see for prenatal care are still going to deliver without skilled care. We will prevent many seizures, preterm births, and post-partum hemorrhages by the preventive care and screening for risk that we do in these clinics. But the reality for pregnant women in rural Haiti is that the landing, the birth, is scary and risky. In rural Haiti 83% of women will not have skilled care for their delivery- even with a state of the art hospital one hour away.
What good does it do to build a hospital with state of the art equipment and well-trained staff with an ambulance parked outside unless you have established rural clinics around it that screen for risks and teach danger signs? You can offer free care for HIV positive pregnant women but who is going to test the women just down the road and over the mountain unless they walk to the hospital for a half a day or two days for HIV testing?
Research has shown it takes 3 very important things to save the lives of mothers and babies: 1) a skilled birth attendant during pregnancy and birth, 2) transportation when things are not going well to 3) a well-staffed and equipped hospital that can deal with emergencies. Partners in Health and their many generous donors have built the hospital. Now we have to work on the first part- training skilled birth attendants and putting them to work in rural villages. This is where "the rubber hits the road". Without this mothers and babies will continue to die in rural Haiti.
Landing in Hinche is always a bit nerve-racking because people, motocycles, goats, donkeys, cars, and children still use the runway to shorten their trip from the road on one side to the road on the other and there is no one to clear the strip before the plane lands. Barbed wire that was placed to create a barrier was gradually stolen. The pilot has to depend on people's ears working well and that they will hear the plane circle and get out of the way before it lands. I pray every time that no one gets killed. There are too many close calls.
During the flight I thought about how lovely Haiti looks from the air. During the rainy season it is greener than usual. It was fun to see places we have been, including the new hospital in Miribilais with its 1800 solar panels on the roof. But the reality of living in Haiti is more like the landing in Hinche - it is risky and scary. It does not matter if they build a new hospital if you would have to walk an hour to get to it and there is no midwife in your village to tell you that your blood pressure is too high and your family has no transportation but a makeshift stretcher to take you there when you start seizures.
Sometimes I feel the same way about our program. It looks good from the distance but in reality we have so many problems to solve before it is truly a model of a way to get skilled care to the women who do not live near hospitals. We have our mobile prenatal clinics but have no birth centers in those villages. Most women we see for prenatal care are still going to deliver without skilled care. We will prevent many seizures, preterm births, and post-partum hemorrhages by the preventive care and screening for risk that we do in these clinics. But the reality for pregnant women in rural Haiti is that the landing, the birth, is scary and risky. In rural Haiti 83% of women will not have skilled care for their delivery- even with a state of the art hospital one hour away.
What good does it do to build a hospital with state of the art equipment and well-trained staff with an ambulance parked outside unless you have established rural clinics around it that screen for risks and teach danger signs? You can offer free care for HIV positive pregnant women but who is going to test the women just down the road and over the mountain unless they walk to the hospital for a half a day or two days for HIV testing?
Research has shown it takes 3 very important things to save the lives of mothers and babies: 1) a skilled birth attendant during pregnancy and birth, 2) transportation when things are not going well to 3) a well-staffed and equipped hospital that can deal with emergencies. Partners in Health and their many generous donors have built the hospital. Now we have to work on the first part- training skilled birth attendants and putting them to work in rural villages. This is where "the rubber hits the road". Without this mothers and babies will continue to die in rural Haiti.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
A Fete in Haiti
The Surprise Fete-
Yesterday around 25 graduates of Midwives For Haiti held a "fete" for me. This was supposed to be a surprise party but I got suspicious when a midwife who works in Port-au-Prince showed up dressed to the nines with no apparent agenda. I changed out of my scrubs into a blouse and skirt because clearly this was not going to be a casual event. Gradually between 3 and 4 pm, more and more midwives arrived and started filling the table downstairs with huge and colorful plates of food. Some of these midwives I see only once or twice a year at continuing education sessions so it was quite exciting to see them so pretty in their party dresses and some of them brought their small children along.
After they rearranged the classroom so that the tables were in a large square, covered with tablecloths, and decked out with red napkins and bouquets of flowers, they invited me and the other volunteers to "chita" (sit down) in places of honor. Val Josette from class 3 was the mistress of ceremonies. There was singing- "How Great Thou Art", solos- some with improvised words to give gratitude to Midwives For Haiti, and speeches. Volunteers Cara Osborne, Zelda Collett-Paule, and Sarah Taylor were there to enjoy the music, the party, and food.
In one speech, a midwife described how women in her community seek her out for her midwifery skills and medical knowledge. She noted how empowering it is to be able to own property because of her midwifery job, and how empowering it is to not have to ask a man to buy her things. This inspired another graduate gave a recitation of a poem she had memorized for graduation last year. She apologized to the men in the group before she gave it- our faithful driver, Ronel, one of the male midwives, Frid, and our translator, Emmanuel. The poem was about the power of women, how capable they are, how they are not to be disrespected, how much in trouble a man is if he does not respect the women in his life. While she gave it there were hoots of approval and when she finished, there was great cheering and pounding on the tables. Clearly she had struck a nerve for all of them.
There were gifts for me and Carrie and Steve. Carrie has been such a wonderful addition to our team at Hinche. The students and graduates know they can count on her to be an advocate for them, to problem- solve with them, to be a laison between here and the administration in the States. And they love that she has learned so much Creole so quickly.
I gave a short history of how Midwives For Haiti came to Hinche, the role my faith has played in the beginning and continuing work of Haiti and the obstacles we have overcome. I know they are some of the hardest working people in the world. Who in the U.S. works 8-10 hours a day in intense heat delivering loving care to mothers in clinics, in makeshift clinics under trees, in understaffed crowded hospitals and birth centers?
They recognized the sacrifices of volunteers, the hard work of our drivers and translators. They know it takes a team effort to make the supplies keep coming, the mobile clinic keep rolling, the patients delivered safely, the education of new midwives to go on for 6 and 1/2 years.
I was blessed by this "fete", the obvious care they had taken to prepare it, the love they brought to me and the rest of the MFH staff. I am so blessed to be a part of this thing that is bigger than me, bigger than each of us, and blesses both Haitians and volunteers each year.
Yesterday around 25 graduates of Midwives For Haiti held a "fete" for me. This was supposed to be a surprise party but I got suspicious when a midwife who works in Port-au-Prince showed up dressed to the nines with no apparent agenda. I changed out of my scrubs into a blouse and skirt because clearly this was not going to be a casual event. Gradually between 3 and 4 pm, more and more midwives arrived and started filling the table downstairs with huge and colorful plates of food. Some of these midwives I see only once or twice a year at continuing education sessions so it was quite exciting to see them so pretty in their party dresses and some of them brought their small children along.
After they rearranged the classroom so that the tables were in a large square, covered with tablecloths, and decked out with red napkins and bouquets of flowers, they invited me and the other volunteers to "chita" (sit down) in places of honor. Val Josette from class 3 was the mistress of ceremonies. There was singing- "How Great Thou Art", solos- some with improvised words to give gratitude to Midwives For Haiti, and speeches. Volunteers Cara Osborne, Zelda Collett-Paule, and Sarah Taylor were there to enjoy the music, the party, and food.
In one speech, a midwife described how women in her community seek her out for her midwifery skills and medical knowledge. She noted how empowering it is to be able to own property because of her midwifery job, and how empowering it is to not have to ask a man to buy her things. This inspired another graduate gave a recitation of a poem she had memorized for graduation last year. She apologized to the men in the group before she gave it- our faithful driver, Ronel, one of the male midwives, Frid, and our translator, Emmanuel. The poem was about the power of women, how capable they are, how they are not to be disrespected, how much in trouble a man is if he does not respect the women in his life. While she gave it there were hoots of approval and when she finished, there was great cheering and pounding on the tables. Clearly she had struck a nerve for all of them.
There were gifts for me and Carrie and Steve. Carrie has been such a wonderful addition to our team at Hinche. The students and graduates know they can count on her to be an advocate for them, to problem- solve with them, to be a laison between here and the administration in the States. And they love that she has learned so much Creole so quickly.
I gave a short history of how Midwives For Haiti came to Hinche, the role my faith has played in the beginning and continuing work of Haiti and the obstacles we have overcome. I know they are some of the hardest working people in the world. Who in the U.S. works 8-10 hours a day in intense heat delivering loving care to mothers in clinics, in makeshift clinics under trees, in understaffed crowded hospitals and birth centers?
They recognized the sacrifices of volunteers, the hard work of our drivers and translators. They know it takes a team effort to make the supplies keep coming, the mobile clinic keep rolling, the patients delivered safely, the education of new midwives to go on for 6 and 1/2 years.
I was blessed by this "fete", the obvious care they had taken to prepare it, the love they brought to me and the rest of the MFH staff. I am so blessed to be a part of this thing that is bigger than me, bigger than each of us, and blesses both Haitians and volunteers each year.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Back in Haiti in April 2013
This morning after coffee and oatmeal, I jumped on the back of a motorcycle to go to the hospital. It felt good to be back in Haiti to keep tabs on our program and see our students, friends, and teachers again. I wanted to check on Zelda, the CNM volunteer from Homer, Alaska, as it was her first day at the hospital and it can be a bit overwhelming, to put it mildly, with all the critical patients mixed up with the normal healthy patients and figuring out who are the students, the teachers, and the preceptors and who is the regular staff. Then there are auxiliare students and nursing students, too, and it can be overwhelming.
Zelda told me a baby had just been born with an emphalacele, which is an opening at the umbilicus that the intestines protrude out of. This baby will need surgery and that means going to PAP and there is a question whether or not the family can come up with the money for both transport and the surgery. The baby also appears to have some other chromosomal abnormalities. The hospital is fortunate to have a pediatric resident from Ireland helping out and she will do the follow-up.
Later in the day, Dr. Alice Hirata came back from mobile clinic with a patient who was 32 weeks pregnant, an unusually large abdomen for the dates, and a suspicious mass in her uterus. After getting a second opinion from Dr. Eads, they decided this woman has a baby with a neural tube abnormality, similar to hydraencephaly where the brain is displaced with an abnormal amount of fluid. So that baby will not live after birth.
One has to wonder if the poor nutrition in the impoverished areas of rural Haiti makes these kinds of abnormalities more frequent. It gives us more motivation to get education about nutrition, multi-vitamins, iron, and worm treatment to more women earlier in their pregnancies.
One thing that stands out to us is the stoic way these Haitian women accept the fact that they have a baby that will probably not survive. It is almost as if they have braced themselves for it ahead of time and they are not surprised. Not like we would be in the U.S. where we see abnormalities less frequently, expect a healthy baby every time, and ask for the answer to why if it does not happen.
It makes me think about the issue of control and how we live in the U.S. with the perception that we can control so much of our lives. Here in Haiti they to do not assume they have control. They are willing to think that curses, voodoo, and God controls their life and seem to have a lot less stress as a result. We worry about preventing cancer and preventing accidents, and want to know what we did wrong when things did not go as planned. They seem to accept that they are not in control. In some ways, I envy their ability to lay the blame anywhere but on themselves.
We also worry about the future much more than they do. They are grateful for food and life one day at a time. This makes problems for us when we think they should do long-term planning. But we could learn from them also that most of the things we worry about in the future we have little control over today. It would add to the joy of our days.
Today Sarah Taylor talked with the students and learned some more traditional postpartum practices that are common here. They believe that pinching a baby's cheeks frequently helps it get dimples, pulling on a baby's penis makes it get longer, and sitting over steaming water after birth helps the vagina heal tighter and smaller. The latter has been the cause of 3rd degree burns so there was some teaching to be done about the harm that some traditions have caused.
I am continually humbled by the fact that there is so much to learn about this culture, that I have so little understanding of their beliefs and world view. It is important for us to recognize that we have much to learn, to stay humble, to open ourselves to learn about how they view their problems. Otherwise, we will throw up our hands in frustration and give up. Lots of NGO's have come to Haiti and have done just that. We are saving lives of women and babies daily so we cannot afford to stop learning how we can be more effective in our work here.
Zelda told me a baby had just been born with an emphalacele, which is an opening at the umbilicus that the intestines protrude out of. This baby will need surgery and that means going to PAP and there is a question whether or not the family can come up with the money for both transport and the surgery. The baby also appears to have some other chromosomal abnormalities. The hospital is fortunate to have a pediatric resident from Ireland helping out and she will do the follow-up.
Later in the day, Dr. Alice Hirata came back from mobile clinic with a patient who was 32 weeks pregnant, an unusually large abdomen for the dates, and a suspicious mass in her uterus. After getting a second opinion from Dr. Eads, they decided this woman has a baby with a neural tube abnormality, similar to hydraencephaly where the brain is displaced with an abnormal amount of fluid. So that baby will not live after birth.
One has to wonder if the poor nutrition in the impoverished areas of rural Haiti makes these kinds of abnormalities more frequent. It gives us more motivation to get education about nutrition, multi-vitamins, iron, and worm treatment to more women earlier in their pregnancies.
One thing that stands out to us is the stoic way these Haitian women accept the fact that they have a baby that will probably not survive. It is almost as if they have braced themselves for it ahead of time and they are not surprised. Not like we would be in the U.S. where we see abnormalities less frequently, expect a healthy baby every time, and ask for the answer to why if it does not happen.
It makes me think about the issue of control and how we live in the U.S. with the perception that we can control so much of our lives. Here in Haiti they to do not assume they have control. They are willing to think that curses, voodoo, and God controls their life and seem to have a lot less stress as a result. We worry about preventing cancer and preventing accidents, and want to know what we did wrong when things did not go as planned. They seem to accept that they are not in control. In some ways, I envy their ability to lay the blame anywhere but on themselves.
We also worry about the future much more than they do. They are grateful for food and life one day at a time. This makes problems for us when we think they should do long-term planning. But we could learn from them also that most of the things we worry about in the future we have little control over today. It would add to the joy of our days.
Today Sarah Taylor talked with the students and learned some more traditional postpartum practices that are common here. They believe that pinching a baby's cheeks frequently helps it get dimples, pulling on a baby's penis makes it get longer, and sitting over steaming water after birth helps the vagina heal tighter and smaller. The latter has been the cause of 3rd degree burns so there was some teaching to be done about the harm that some traditions have caused.
I am continually humbled by the fact that there is so much to learn about this culture, that I have so little understanding of their beliefs and world view. It is important for us to recognize that we have much to learn, to stay humble, to open ourselves to learn about how they view their problems. Otherwise, we will throw up our hands in frustration and give up. Lots of NGO's have come to Haiti and have done just that. We are saving lives of women and babies daily so we cannot afford to stop learning how we can be more effective in our work here.
Friday, March 8, 2013
International Women's Day
Blog #4
It is March 8, 2013, International Women's Day. Here in Hinche we have a house full of women.
There are the cooks, Diunny and
Salomon, who sing while they work, Elliot the housekeeper whose
service and smile encourage us everyday, and Monique who does piles
of laundry 2-3 days each week by hand in large plastic basins. I
think these women represent what most women in the world are doing
each day- trying to provide food and clothing and a clean home for
their family. Sadly, it means that the one thing that could bring
women empowerment and a way out of poverty for their families- an education-is not
available to most women in the world. (Thanks to a midwife donor, at least the 14 year old who babysits for the cook is going to school for the first year of her life and glows when she talks about it.)
Right now I can hear the students from
Leogane down in the classroom discussing malnutrition and sources of
good food for pregnant women. They watched 2 videos on Nutrition this
morning thanks to our projector and a donated laptop. There are two
teachers here who have a lot of experience and education behind them
who have decided that training other midwives for Haiti is the work
they most want to do.
This new class of students are here
because we had no clinical site in Leogane, which would have been
closer to their homes. Since Monday night they have been sleeping on
mattresses on the floor and sharing a bathroom here at headquarters
until they can find a place to rent together in Hinche. I am amazed
how far they have traveled, how many comforts they have given up, how
they are willing to be away from family in order to reach this dream
of being a midwife.
It is being around these women that
gives me encouragement to continue this work when it all seems so
hard. They believe in Midwives For Haiti and its mission passionately
and are so proud to be students or graduates of the program. So when
I hear another impossible request from the medical director of the
hospital, wonder how the budget will get us through the year, and
feel exhausted from the constant decisions and responsibilities, I
just need to be with them, to hear them sing, to hear them thank
Jesus for Midwives For Haiti, and I feel so blessed to know them and
to be here.
This afternoon the 16 Hinche students
will share case studies from their clinical experiences this past
week. The Leogane group will listen in and ask questions. Then for
the first time all 24 students will end the week together singing,
united in their mission to bring health and life to mothers and
babies in Haiti. On this International Women's Day, they know they can change the world.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
There are not enough hours to waste on worry
March 2, 2013
I try not to fret in the middle of the
night but it was difficult to find a “letting go” point last
night. Tomorrow the teachers and 8 students arrive from Leogane. The
logistics of getting them a place to stay, getting mattresses for
them, starting classes and coordinating their clinical experiences
feels really big. I worry we are going to overstretch our budget and
our energy. Some of the restlessness was caused by the events of
yesterday when we just crammed too much into one day.
It was one of those non-stop days that
left us all in a stupor this morning. The first Friday of the month
we always hold Continuing Education classes for all of our graduates
that can come. Twenty-seven came in the morning. I had Abby Merryman,
OBGyn MD from Dartmouth to help me review partogram use as they are
using it very poorly at the hospital even though the hospital
administration has done some education on its use.
The most frustrating thing for me about
that morning was the realization that although we go to great lengths
to have our students think critically about their practices, it is
still easier to just do what they are told instead of asking why. So
when I asked them why they kept women in bed who had ruptured
membranes they did not know except that they were told to do this.
Infuriating. Sometimes mornings like this make us feel like failures
as educators. I realize this is the challenge of educators everywhere
but it seems so much harder in Haiti where everything has been
learned by rote memorization and not by thinking through what the
research has shown to be best practice.
While the midwives were still here in
the morning, seven men arrived from the Church of the Brethren's
Haiti Medical team. I had met Dr. Paul Minnich and Jeff Boshart in
the fall at a missions conference and they wanted to learn more about
what we were doing. They have 3 Haitian doctors that they pay to run
clinics in seven areas where they have churches and are looking to
expand the services they provide. They have no maternal health
component so far. Until I could get free to talk to them, Steve tried
to give them information and history on our project while they had
cold drinks on the upstairs veranda.
Right after the Continuing Education
group left the current students arrived for case study day. Abby
stayed to help and observe this and Bobbie Curtis arrived back from
matrone training to help also. Students tell of cases they have seen
the past week and we all discuss what we can learn from them. This
week the cases included a woman who presented at prenatal clinic with
extreme fatigue and “poor health” who they sent for some lab
work. She had a hemoglobin of 4 (normal is 12-14) and a positive
malaria test (a major cause of anemia here.) Her baby measured for
small for her gestational age and she received 2 pints of blood and
chloroquine.
Another case involved a woman coming to
the mobile prenatal clinic in Roysec because she had been told by a
doctor near the border of the DR that her baby was too big and would
die. Because of her concern, the midwives brought her back to Dr.
Celestin at the end of the day for an ultrasound. He found a severely
hydrocephalic baby and recommended terminating the pregnancy before
the baby's head was too big to deliver vaginally. The baby will die
anyway because there is no available surgery for this here in Haiti.
(In countries where there are more medical resources these babies
would be delivered by C-section at full-term and have shunt put in
their head that would enable them to live normal lives.) The woman
refused the induction and was advised she must have a C-section if
she waits until the head is bigger. Sad stuff for the students to
learn.
Once the case studies were over and the
students left at 2 pm, I finally had time to have lunch with the
Church of the Brethren team and enjoyed hearing about the growth of
interest in their project in the denomination that I have been a part
of for almost 40 years. They were especially interested in our
Matrone Outreach Program and we encouraged them to send someone to
our training the trainer program the week of March 18.
Before they left Karen Leichty, CNM
turned up to buy some HIV tests and some Albendazole as the medical
group from her church in Nebraska that she is working with this week
was running low on both. She and a family practice doc had gone to
Cabestor with our midwives on Tuesday and she was full of praise for
them and our work. She left a contribution for Midwives For Haiti and
a promise to come back to volunteer with us.
After the COB group left, multiple
graduates wanted to talk to me with various requests. This happens
every month. “Could you find a job for me closer to my children?”
“I need a new BP cuff.” “Last month I was not here to get the
fanny packs you gave out.”
The massive amount of food and drink
that goes in and out of our house on a day like yesterday is
incredible. Without Carrie and the cooks it would be impossible. By 4
pm I was so very tired when Carrie reminded me it was time for our
dance lesson. Let me tell you that living with a 23 year old puts my
energy in question. But learning to dance the batacha with our
handsome teacher, Fortuna, gave us some good hilarity at the end of a
busy day here at “grand central station”.
This morning Gladius helped me with an
interview with one of our graduates for a position in the family
planning clinic at the hospital. We are receiving a donation of a
salary for her. There are still a lot of misconceptions about birth
control methods in Haiti – about whether they cause infertility or
cancer or make God unhappy. Add that to Haitian men thinking the more
babies they have proves their fertility and these poor- and I mean
really really poor- women have to be pregnant and risk their lives
too many times. Anyway, the graduate has some experience with placing
implants and other family planning methods and wants to be able to
stay in Hinche with her 2 small daughters so she is thrilled. She is
one of those colorful and powerful women who will make it her mission
to find every woman who wants birth control and get them to her
clinic. While we were waiting for Gladius to translate, I practiced
my Creole on her, which caused hearty laughing, and we shared
pictures of her girls and my grandchildren.
The truth is that as women we have so
much in common no matter our age or nationality. We all want our
children to be healthy and happy, in that order. We all want to be
loved. We all want meaningful work and the empowerment of an
education. That is why we are in Haiti and that is why I did not stay
awake long to worry last night. There is peace about our purpose
here.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
The black hole
Friday morning, after driving 3 hours from Hinche to PAP and enduring the stop and start traffic of the city, I was told for the second time at the immigration office that I did not have everything for my Haitian ID. I need a Haitian ID so we can buy a car because our Jeep breaks down too often and we are spending too much money renting other cars and drivers to take our midwives out to their mobile clinics.
I was so angry. I was told that the translation of my birth certificate had to be certified that it was an accurate translation by an "official" translator, that Terrie's letter affirming I was an employee of Midwives For Haiti had to be translated, including the names of the positions of the board members on the letterhead. And written by hand on the list of 10 required documents was an addition for employees of NGO's (non-governmental organizations)- permission to work in the country from a government entity. We have a signed contract with MSPP in the Central Plateau so I can get that but the insanity of the translation stuff made me furious. I asked how a translation of the letter from my employer could possibly be deemed official because it would not be written or signed by Terrie. The immigration official just shrugged.
Rita told me this morning that the two Haitian men who live at her house in Illinois had to pay someone to stand in line for them when they wanted to get their ID. Without the payment you would never progress in the line no matter how long you stood there. Then they had to pay someone to write their blood type on the document. This involved a ritual of putting some water on a piece of paper and having it "read" by the nurse and she wrote down any old blood type she felt like at the time. Later, when the men both became CNA's in the U.S. they realized what an absolute ridiculous farce this whole process had become because of greed.
With so much anger inside of me, we stepped over the trash and debris in the road, dodged the motor bikes and cars who never stay in their lane and climbed in the dusty van with our driver. We were to meet Rick Martensen, the President of World Wide Village. While waiting on him at Servotel Hotel, Emmanuel, Steve, the driver, and I had a fairly decent cheeseburger and some fries. We are a bit beef-starved now and then. Servotel is a hotel near the airport built from shipping containers but you would not know it unless you looked very closely.
When Rick arrived we told him a little about Midwives For Haiti and that we were on our way to Leogane to throw up the white flag of surrender to that project. He proceeded to tell us some amazing post-earthquake Leogane stories. About a donor that was going to build an $8 million dollar hospital at a damaged hospital site. A powerful Haitian priest wanted to skim 10% off the top for himself, as he had been doing for many years with other donations. So they looked elsewhere for land to start a new hospital. But that same priest stymied efforts to get permission from the government to build it because he was angry about their move away from the hospital where he was connected.
The only maternity care available in Leogane is at the Medicins Sans Frontieres (Doctors Without Borders) hospital. They arrived after the earthquake and they currently deliver between 500 and 700 babies per month and have the only trauma care for miles and miles. They plan to leave the structure and pull out of Leogane in 2014. They have an excellent facility with staff and medicine in good supply. They charge nothing for their services so the businesses of local obstetricians who were charging for their services have been gravely harmed. Everyone knows that when MSF leaves, women without means will go back to delivering at home with unskilled matrones.
Rick told us about the donation to WWV of a pre-fab hospital to Leogane after the quake that saved thousands of lives, delivered hundreds of babies, performed hundreds of surgeries. A year later it was to be turned over to a reputable Christian organization to run. But the community heard rumors that it would become a cholera center and vandalized and burned it to the ground. So Rick has a sour taste left from Leogane experiences and thought we were doing the right thing in ceasing our 2 year effort to start a school there. We learned about other World Wide Village work in Haiti with food and nutrition and talked about community health workers and skilled birth attendants and what each could contribute to rural communities.
After several attempts at assisting another hospital to get their maternity services open last year, we realized it would never happen under the current administration. MSF became the only option for a clinical site for midwifery students so we met with the administrator of the MSF hospital. She agreed that training skilled midwives could be part of MSF's exit plan for the community. but she was reluctant to give permission without the consent of the District Director. For weeks we had tried to get an appointment with her. He advised that we let him and his friends in high places petition on our behalf. He wrote letters, submitted our documentation, our curriculum, talked to officials and we waited.
So one main reason we were throwing in the towel in Leogane is that we had no agreement with a clinical site to train our students. We had hit a brick wall one too many times. That with the bad politics (to put it mildly) between persons in the U.S and persons who owned the land our classroom was on, we had decided to call it quits.
I knew that going to Leogane to break the news to the students and teachers that the school was on hold indefinitely and that we could not ask them to put their lives on hold any longer would be difficult. I had no idea.
After sharing pancake recipes with host and ex-Army medic Rick Hutchinson at Family Health Ministries Guesthouse after breakfast we drove to the campus to meet the students. Twelve beautiful students arrived (ten women and two men) with teachers, Mirline and Alcidas and sat under the pavilion near Dr. C's small clinic. Next to us was the locked building that held over $2800 worth of tables, chairs, fans, beds, and cabinets we had bought for our classroom. Inside in a locked depot was two large bags of supplies donated by Diane Rousseau. There were Childbirth Graphic posters, the student's Creole textbooks, BP cuff, book bags, and other teaching aid equipment waiting for classes to start.
The students were stunned. If we thought they would just give up and walk away we were badly mistaken. They asked questions and ultimately said, "What if we all came to Hinche and you taught us there?" "I have a tent I could live in," said one of the guys. "Since we would be coming back to Leogane to live and work in the community, would the Leogane Rotary release the funds to us anyway?" "I have had my uniform ready for months and I want to go to midwifery school so badly." It was heartbreaking.
Frankly the idea of bringing them all to Hinche had not occurred to us. And we doubted the Leogane Rotary would agree to give us funds to teach in Hinche even if it was Leogane midwives we were training. And how would we afford the teachers if we had no grant money?
We took their phone numbers and email addresses with promises to let them know if we could change the situation in any way.
When we finally stood up to leave, I was heavy-hearted. I had already fallen in love with their faces and the potential for good that the each represented. As we walked to the van, I suddenly became very light-headed and felt like I would pass out. The day before I had not had enough water to drink. Then during the night I was sick from something I ate, took migraine medicine for a migraine and had eaten very little breakfast. So now I was probably just too dehydrated. I remembered that Hilary Clinton fell because of dehydration and got a concussion so I allowed Steve to half-carry me to the van. Laying down seemed to help.
Even though I drank a bunch of water, when we arrived at a local engineer's house to talk to him about the morning, I still could not get up without feeling I would pass out. I waited with Mido, our driver, in the shade while Steve and Emmanuel talked to the him. He was kind enough to come out to greet me and wish me well before we left.
On the way back to PAP and all the way to Hinche I hit a severe low in my spirit. Not being able to sit up without being light-headed or lay down without being nauseated did not help. I watched out the window as the endless dust and traffic moved with us. Most of the morning we spent standing still in the traffic and swirling dust. It took three hours to go a distance that should take 30 minutes in the U.S. Along the way the poverty and bleak lives of the Haitians is so evident. What must it be like to be so poor you cannot buy a new tarp to replace the holey, ripped one that serves as the roof to your family's dirt floored home?
When I thought about all the greed and evil that has stopped good from coming to Haiti, I felt for the first time in all these years that maybe it was really too big and too powerful for us to continue our work. How much time and money we had spent getting signatures, having meetings, trying to placate the right people, and once we thought we were getting somewhere the officials changed jobs and we had to start all over. Our efforts to get officially registered as an NGO were getting nowhere and everyone who had tried it, grimly wished us luck. I felt I was in a black hole that would suck us dry financially and psychologically.
Meanwhile, in the back seat, Steve was having completely the opposite thoughts. He came up to talk to me over the back of my seat and to make sure I was still drinking water. He had been thinking about the idea of bringing the Leogane students to Hinche and really liked the idea of never going to Leogane again and having several classes running in one place to save us administrative time and money. He was playing with the budget in his head. He pointed out that students are in class 2 days a week and in clinical for the other 3 days and that we could stagger use of the classroom and use of the clinical sites for two groups. Why had we not thought of this before as a way to teach more students than 15 per year in Hinche?
Hope rose again in my usually optimistic self. When we finally arrived home to our house in Hinche where Carrie and her warmth and organization, sweet and energetic volunteers were waiting ready to be put to work, and nourishment and showers revived me, I was happy once again with the possibilities of our work.
This morning at church I stood beside Rita Ledbetter as we sang along with the Haitians singing "I surrender all". The women's choir and the congregational singing held beautiful harmony and was healing and inspirational.
Still a little wobbly on my feet, I knew I needed to push fluids today. We stopped at the hospital because although Rita had volunteered with us after the earthquake she had been in Carrefour and not in Hinche. I wanted to give her a tour.
Entering the maternity wing we found graduate and preceptor Magalie Gadet caring for the antepartum unit. In postpartum, graduate Edith Rose Gilles had a postpartum women on MgSO4, oxygen, and was giving Lasix to a newly delivered mother who was so severely ill with preeclampsia that she had pulmonary edema. In the labor and delivery unit, graduate Ysemonique had two laboring women on Pitocin and Mg SO4 for severe eclampsia. Another woman was getting IV antibiotics and being induced for prolonged rupture of membranes. Two more were walking the sidewalks in obvious labor.
Ysemonique greeted us with her hands held stiffly away from her body and explained she was "dirty". She had no gloves! Again the hospital supply was inadequate and this happens often on weekends when "our" supply closet was locked up! So Rita and I climbed back on our motorcycle taxies, went back to our house, got sterile and unsterile gloves, returned with them and the key to the closet. Ysemonique wanted Apresoline, alcohol wipes, in addition to the gloves. We had them all. She assured us she had Misoprostel because we all know the MgSo4 makes these mothers at high risk for postpartum hemorrhage. She put on sterile gloves and checked the woman with ruptured membranes. She was 7 centimeters dilated. Ysemonique was pleased. The woman was in a lot of pain and she spoke to her softly, reassuring her.
I left full of hope. Without our graduates at Ste. Therese these women would be left to the mercy of fate. Before we arrived, women just did not come to the hospital, especially on weekends, because there was no one to care for them. Now there are MFH graduates, many paid by a grant to the government and some paid by us, to care for women and save the lives of them and their babies.
I am not in the black hole anymore. I am baking bread today which makes everyone happy. Rita is emptying the large bags of supplies she brought to us. Including Hershey's chocolate bars. She and Micah will go help the nuns at Azil feed the starving children at 3 pm. Life is good here. Can you tell?
I was so angry. I was told that the translation of my birth certificate had to be certified that it was an accurate translation by an "official" translator, that Terrie's letter affirming I was an employee of Midwives For Haiti had to be translated, including the names of the positions of the board members on the letterhead. And written by hand on the list of 10 required documents was an addition for employees of NGO's (non-governmental organizations)- permission to work in the country from a government entity. We have a signed contract with MSPP in the Central Plateau so I can get that but the insanity of the translation stuff made me furious. I asked how a translation of the letter from my employer could possibly be deemed official because it would not be written or signed by Terrie. The immigration official just shrugged.
Rita told me this morning that the two Haitian men who live at her house in Illinois had to pay someone to stand in line for them when they wanted to get their ID. Without the payment you would never progress in the line no matter how long you stood there. Then they had to pay someone to write their blood type on the document. This involved a ritual of putting some water on a piece of paper and having it "read" by the nurse and she wrote down any old blood type she felt like at the time. Later, when the men both became CNA's in the U.S. they realized what an absolute ridiculous farce this whole process had become because of greed.
With so much anger inside of me, we stepped over the trash and debris in the road, dodged the motor bikes and cars who never stay in their lane and climbed in the dusty van with our driver. We were to meet Rick Martensen, the President of World Wide Village. While waiting on him at Servotel Hotel, Emmanuel, Steve, the driver, and I had a fairly decent cheeseburger and some fries. We are a bit beef-starved now and then. Servotel is a hotel near the airport built from shipping containers but you would not know it unless you looked very closely.
When Rick arrived we told him a little about Midwives For Haiti and that we were on our way to Leogane to throw up the white flag of surrender to that project. He proceeded to tell us some amazing post-earthquake Leogane stories. About a donor that was going to build an $8 million dollar hospital at a damaged hospital site. A powerful Haitian priest wanted to skim 10% off the top for himself, as he had been doing for many years with other donations. So they looked elsewhere for land to start a new hospital. But that same priest stymied efforts to get permission from the government to build it because he was angry about their move away from the hospital where he was connected.
The only maternity care available in Leogane is at the Medicins Sans Frontieres (Doctors Without Borders) hospital. They arrived after the earthquake and they currently deliver between 500 and 700 babies per month and have the only trauma care for miles and miles. They plan to leave the structure and pull out of Leogane in 2014. They have an excellent facility with staff and medicine in good supply. They charge nothing for their services so the businesses of local obstetricians who were charging for their services have been gravely harmed. Everyone knows that when MSF leaves, women without means will go back to delivering at home with unskilled matrones.
Rick told us about the donation to WWV of a pre-fab hospital to Leogane after the quake that saved thousands of lives, delivered hundreds of babies, performed hundreds of surgeries. A year later it was to be turned over to a reputable Christian organization to run. But the community heard rumors that it would become a cholera center and vandalized and burned it to the ground. So Rick has a sour taste left from Leogane experiences and thought we were doing the right thing in ceasing our 2 year effort to start a school there. We learned about other World Wide Village work in Haiti with food and nutrition and talked about community health workers and skilled birth attendants and what each could contribute to rural communities.
After several attempts at assisting another hospital to get their maternity services open last year, we realized it would never happen under the current administration. MSF became the only option for a clinical site for midwifery students so we met with the administrator of the MSF hospital. She agreed that training skilled midwives could be part of MSF's exit plan for the community. but she was reluctant to give permission without the consent of the District Director. For weeks we had tried to get an appointment with her. He advised that we let him and his friends in high places petition on our behalf. He wrote letters, submitted our documentation, our curriculum, talked to officials and we waited.
So one main reason we were throwing in the towel in Leogane is that we had no agreement with a clinical site to train our students. We had hit a brick wall one too many times. That with the bad politics (to put it mildly) between persons in the U.S and persons who owned the land our classroom was on, we had decided to call it quits.
I knew that going to Leogane to break the news to the students and teachers that the school was on hold indefinitely and that we could not ask them to put their lives on hold any longer would be difficult. I had no idea.
After sharing pancake recipes with host and ex-Army medic Rick Hutchinson at Family Health Ministries Guesthouse after breakfast we drove to the campus to meet the students. Twelve beautiful students arrived (ten women and two men) with teachers, Mirline and Alcidas and sat under the pavilion near Dr. C's small clinic. Next to us was the locked building that held over $2800 worth of tables, chairs, fans, beds, and cabinets we had bought for our classroom. Inside in a locked depot was two large bags of supplies donated by Diane Rousseau. There were Childbirth Graphic posters, the student's Creole textbooks, BP cuff, book bags, and other teaching aid equipment waiting for classes to start.
The students were stunned. If we thought they would just give up and walk away we were badly mistaken. They asked questions and ultimately said, "What if we all came to Hinche and you taught us there?" "I have a tent I could live in," said one of the guys. "Since we would be coming back to Leogane to live and work in the community, would the Leogane Rotary release the funds to us anyway?" "I have had my uniform ready for months and I want to go to midwifery school so badly." It was heartbreaking.
Frankly the idea of bringing them all to Hinche had not occurred to us. And we doubted the Leogane Rotary would agree to give us funds to teach in Hinche even if it was Leogane midwives we were training. And how would we afford the teachers if we had no grant money?
We took their phone numbers and email addresses with promises to let them know if we could change the situation in any way.
When we finally stood up to leave, I was heavy-hearted. I had already fallen in love with their faces and the potential for good that the each represented. As we walked to the van, I suddenly became very light-headed and felt like I would pass out. The day before I had not had enough water to drink. Then during the night I was sick from something I ate, took migraine medicine for a migraine and had eaten very little breakfast. So now I was probably just too dehydrated. I remembered that Hilary Clinton fell because of dehydration and got a concussion so I allowed Steve to half-carry me to the van. Laying down seemed to help.
Even though I drank a bunch of water, when we arrived at a local engineer's house to talk to him about the morning, I still could not get up without feeling I would pass out. I waited with Mido, our driver, in the shade while Steve and Emmanuel talked to the him. He was kind enough to come out to greet me and wish me well before we left.
On the way back to PAP and all the way to Hinche I hit a severe low in my spirit. Not being able to sit up without being light-headed or lay down without being nauseated did not help. I watched out the window as the endless dust and traffic moved with us. Most of the morning we spent standing still in the traffic and swirling dust. It took three hours to go a distance that should take 30 minutes in the U.S. Along the way the poverty and bleak lives of the Haitians is so evident. What must it be like to be so poor you cannot buy a new tarp to replace the holey, ripped one that serves as the roof to your family's dirt floored home?
When I thought about all the greed and evil that has stopped good from coming to Haiti, I felt for the first time in all these years that maybe it was really too big and too powerful for us to continue our work. How much time and money we had spent getting signatures, having meetings, trying to placate the right people, and once we thought we were getting somewhere the officials changed jobs and we had to start all over. Our efforts to get officially registered as an NGO were getting nowhere and everyone who had tried it, grimly wished us luck. I felt I was in a black hole that would suck us dry financially and psychologically.
Meanwhile, in the back seat, Steve was having completely the opposite thoughts. He came up to talk to me over the back of my seat and to make sure I was still drinking water. He had been thinking about the idea of bringing the Leogane students to Hinche and really liked the idea of never going to Leogane again and having several classes running in one place to save us administrative time and money. He was playing with the budget in his head. He pointed out that students are in class 2 days a week and in clinical for the other 3 days and that we could stagger use of the classroom and use of the clinical sites for two groups. Why had we not thought of this before as a way to teach more students than 15 per year in Hinche?
Hope rose again in my usually optimistic self. When we finally arrived home to our house in Hinche where Carrie and her warmth and organization, sweet and energetic volunteers were waiting ready to be put to work, and nourishment and showers revived me, I was happy once again with the possibilities of our work.
This morning at church I stood beside Rita Ledbetter as we sang along with the Haitians singing "I surrender all". The women's choir and the congregational singing held beautiful harmony and was healing and inspirational.
Still a little wobbly on my feet, I knew I needed to push fluids today. We stopped at the hospital because although Rita had volunteered with us after the earthquake she had been in Carrefour and not in Hinche. I wanted to give her a tour.
Entering the maternity wing we found graduate and preceptor Magalie Gadet caring for the antepartum unit. In postpartum, graduate Edith Rose Gilles had a postpartum women on MgSO4, oxygen, and was giving Lasix to a newly delivered mother who was so severely ill with preeclampsia that she had pulmonary edema. In the labor and delivery unit, graduate Ysemonique had two laboring women on Pitocin and Mg SO4 for severe eclampsia. Another woman was getting IV antibiotics and being induced for prolonged rupture of membranes. Two more were walking the sidewalks in obvious labor.
Ysemonique greeted us with her hands held stiffly away from her body and explained she was "dirty". She had no gloves! Again the hospital supply was inadequate and this happens often on weekends when "our" supply closet was locked up! So Rita and I climbed back on our motorcycle taxies, went back to our house, got sterile and unsterile gloves, returned with them and the key to the closet. Ysemonique wanted Apresoline, alcohol wipes, in addition to the gloves. We had them all. She assured us she had Misoprostel because we all know the MgSo4 makes these mothers at high risk for postpartum hemorrhage. She put on sterile gloves and checked the woman with ruptured membranes. She was 7 centimeters dilated. Ysemonique was pleased. The woman was in a lot of pain and she spoke to her softly, reassuring her.
I left full of hope. Without our graduates at Ste. Therese these women would be left to the mercy of fate. Before we arrived, women just did not come to the hospital, especially on weekends, because there was no one to care for them. Now there are MFH graduates, many paid by a grant to the government and some paid by us, to care for women and save the lives of them and their babies.
I am not in the black hole anymore. I am baking bread today which makes everyone happy. Rita is emptying the large bags of supplies she brought to us. Including Hershey's chocolate bars. She and Micah will go help the nuns at Azil feed the starving children at 3 pm. Life is good here. Can you tell?
Saturday, February 9, 2013
February 9, 2013
Several people have said, “Blog,
Nadene. You should write about your life here in Haiti.”
Perhaps today I can start. It's
Saturday and a little more relaxed although the “to do now” list
remains impossible.
Yoga with Carrie, iced coffee and a
last breakfast with Marion Alex, CNM from Nova Scotia, washing my
clothes by hand and hanging them in the sun. Checking to make sure
Renald's abscess on his face is getting better with antibiotics. This
is my morning.
This past week we went to Leogane again
to meet with Dr. Charles and Rotary president and past president- our second visit in a month. They are all so eager to see us start our classes there at the CAMEJO
campus but we are not certain how to proceed without causing increased difficulty with a partner in the U.S. who is very much against us using the CAMEJO building. It is
on Dr. Charles' property. Dr. Charles says it is for midwifery
training and rent-free for the first year. It needs some plumbing and
electrical wiring completed before the teachers can move in and we
are willing to pay the $1000 it would take for Fanfan, the technician,
to complete the work. This person in the U.S. wants us to
pay $1100 for the use of the classroom and $50/night for use of the 2
bedrooms for the teachers- a total of $2600/month for use of “his”
building. This is not in our budget for training midwives at Leogane.
Part of his antagonism stems from a
misunderstanding about what kind of midwives we train. He thought we
had agreed to train midwives who would “go back to their
communities to work, not stay in hospitals to work”. It is true
that our long term goal is to get skilled midwives out into the rural
communities. What he did not understand is what a “skilled birth
attendant” is and what it takes for her/him to practice as a
skilled birth attendant when she/he has completed our program.
Without IV's, medications, clean birth tools, ambu bags, the ability
to sterilize, one cannot practice as a skilled birth attendant no
matter how good your education has been. Without a salary and an
ongoing supply chain it is not possible to put skilled midwives in
rural communities. They will not have the means to establish
themselves and keep a sustainable practice in a mountain community
without some outside support.
The Rotary Club in Leogane understands what we do and why very well. In the Central Plateau we have
accomplished this by connections with NGO's who want to hire skilled
birth attendants and place them in rural communities. An example is
the birth center at Thomassique supported by Medical Missionaries.
One hour from the nearest hospital three of our graduates provide
skilled care to hundreds of rural women each month. They deliver
35-40 babies each month, give prenatal care, educational classes and
have an outreach program to local matrones so that more women at risk
are referred to them appropriately. There are more of those examples
across the country.
It is true that we have fourteen of our
graduates working at the hospital here in Hinche. But with more and
more communities sending very sick women and women at risk to Ste.
Therese they are absolutely necessary. The third leg of saving lives
– a well-staffed and equipped tertiary center- did not exist five
years ago. When we began our program in Hinche in the fall of 2006 no
skilled care givers could be found in the maternity unit most hours
of any day. Only occasionally was a Cuban doctor there. Women avoided
coming unless they were desperate and sometimes the housekeeper was
the only one there to catch their babies. Maternal and fetal death
happened there EVERY WEEK!!! No wonder no one wanted to come.
The picture has changed at Ste. Therese
because women will come if they know they will get compassionate and
skilled care. In Leogane they flood to the Doctors Without Borders
hospital there to receive skilled care. But what will happen when
they leave in one year? Women will go back to delivering at home
unless there are skilled caregivers readily available at small birth
centers and clinics in the surrounding communities. That is what we
want to do- start training now for immense need for skilled birth
attendants in Leogane.
Meanwhile in Hinche, seventeen new students
have completed 4 weeks of training. We are continually improving
exams, training teachers, and adding French and Creole resources. The
day-to-day problem-solving on the logistics of precepting 17 students
in labor and delivery, prenatal clinic, matrone outreach, mobile
clinic, antepartum and postpartum and post-op units is a daily
challenge. But this is what gives me the greatest joy- to see the
learning happen, the lights go on, the self-confidence grow.
I do not know what the next week brings for our plans in Leogane. We live by faith from one day to the next. The obstacles seem sometimes insurmountable. Next week we will not have the same problems- just new ones. Too many lives are at stake to give up.
The mobile clinic had an eventful week-
unbelievable stories. But that is another blog for another day.
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