March

Looking back on the month of March it really did go flying by. I remember thinking to myself that April seemed like an eternity away and now we have started to walk down April’s road. But what on earth will happen? March has been the month of first, the month of thrill and the month of grief. Like I said, this month has flown by...up until this last week, I was to be the primary midwife for two women this week. Both women I grew to love and felt very emotionally involved. I chomped at the bit for them to go into labor, and finally they did. Riaza started labor at 2 am Saturday morning, she did so well through her whole labor up until the very end, she was so afraid of pushing that she refused to let herself, she spent every contraction working against her bodies urge to have the baby; by the time we decided to transport she had completely stopped her contractions, we call that an emotional dystocia, when women are able to stop labor because of their fears or emotional trauma. I know it sounds bogus but its true.
Sheila was in labor the next morning bright and early, she also labored very well and up until late pushing stage the babies heartbeat started to crash, we transported immediately. The sad thing about all this is not that we couldn’t be the ones to deliver this baby and not that they had a hospital outcome, but that we had a relationship with these women, I got to know them and their families more and more at every prenatal, we had relationships with them and when we get to deliver for them we get to properly send them home with their babies and then check up on them the next day, we get to say goodbye to them and be involved with the baby when it takes its first few breaths of air. The second we transport its like giving them away, we don’t get to say goodbye, we don’t get to see them for a few days after and even then we are just like visitors now, ah...well Im happy to inform you that the babies are doing great now and the moms are doing well.

One our moms daughters at a prenatal day at the clinic

This is a view standing outside of our clinic, its beautiful isn't it...


Despite all the sadness with the transports this week, we were able to suprise one of our co-workers Ate Doris's daughters with a new Guitar as a graduation gift. Dian is such a talented singer and guitar player, she has won local competitions...all playing on a borrowed guitar that was plastered in Sponge Bob Square pants stickers, nothing against him but..., the wood was splintering off of the neck and it just had a little too much character. She was so happy to play with her new guit, she proudly played for us some of her favorite songs, she is amazing.