tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66301134765125673392024-03-05T00:00:19.879-08:00The LaborPayne EpistlesCommentaries on maternal infant health and lactationLaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.comBlogger164125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-45248647935382155962012-06-09T07:44:00.002-07:002012-06-09T07:44:27.521-07:00FarewellThis will be the final post for the LaborPayne Epistles. Please follow me to my new blog, "Urban Village Midwife (urbanvillagemidwife.blogspot.com)" where I will be writing about my adventures over the next year as I complete midwifery school and start a clinic and birth center. <a href="http://urbanvillagemidwife.blogspot.com/">http://urbanvillagemidwife.blogspot.com/</a>LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-34584737718268891342012-02-17T04:53:00.000-08:002012-02-17T04:54:48.264-08:00Winter UpdateWell, its been three weeks since the 'pilgrimage' and readers should have an update as to what has taken place. I did go to Mexico, but I did not participate in the walk with my friends. Instead I spent an entire week writing a grant. I finished writing it, but I did not submit it. I plan to submit it in a second round in August. It has been a very strange odyssey. I returned home to hacked email and stolen luggage (all of it!). <br />
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However in the weeks I have been home, I have started to lay the groundwork for Uzazi Village, made partnerships in the community to support the grant, and assembled a board for the new nonprofit. I have started a new teaching job (going very well), started the midwife program at KU (loving it!) and applied for a position on a gubernatorial board, and a position as a state-wide breastfeeding promotion coordinator. I also have a book and article deadlines looming. I have also identified several other smaller local grants to apply for and continue to work on the national conference slated for my city next year. I sit for the lactation consultant exam in July, and the certified nursing educator credential in April. Whew.<br />
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I have also never been more satisfied with the direction my life is going. Folks are appearing out of the woodwork seemingly to help with the work. I feel a deep sense of peace and commitment to the work I am doing. All the pieces seem to be coming together. Your continued well wishes and offers of assistance continue to be welcome.<br />
<br />LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-89015478019454030152012-01-25T07:26:00.000-08:002012-01-25T07:36:47.174-08:00Leonora of the Desert This trip has not been at all what I thought it would be. I have not participated in the pilgrimage at all, but made the somewhat difficult decision to stay back at my friend's home and complete the grant writing I started. It has been an eventful few days. On the morning I arrived in San Miguel I knew that Michele, my hostess would be waiting for me. Despite the fact that my bus was an hour and a half late and that I was the only passenger left on it- I knew she would be there, waiting for me. I was so glad to be on that bus to greet her. At each stop, I wondered would I get my connecting bus? Would I be stopped at the border? Would I be able to ask for information if I needed it? Would I get the help I might need. I learned later that my friends had forced to pay bribes at the border to get their visas. I need not have worried. The Mexican people have been very gracious with my limited Spanish (which I have been forced to use). As the bus pulled into the station at San Miguel, the first thing I spotted was my friends head. She is about six feet tall and towers head and shoulders above the Mexicans (so do I, and I'm only 5'7"). Peace flooded my soul. I had come to the end of my long journey. I was dropped off at the home of a generous sponsor who allowed me the use of one of the bedrooms in her villa in town. She was out of town, but gracious to offer her home to American pilgrims. San Miguel is full of American and other International expatriots who settle in cozy townships like San Miguel to live out their retired lives. It is not unusual at all to see tall white-haired Americans journeying to and fro on the narrow cobblestone pavements.<br />
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Once I settled into my spacious quarters, I took a long overdue shower, changed clothes, and settled down to attend a lecture via the internet. Once that was done, it was time for breakfast. Fortunately for me, here in Mexico, 12:00 is still considered breakfast time. I walked a few short blocks to the town square and found my favorite restaurant, El Correo. I settled in and in my broken Spanish ordered my favorite dish, Migas, Mexicana. That is, scrambled eggs prepared Mexican style with tomatoes, onions, and chilis, with fried tortilla strips cooked into them, served alongside a side of refried beans. This really is my favorite Mexican breakfast. I thought I might get tortillas on the side, but instead was served a large crusty roll with butter and pineapple jam. I washed the entire thing down with agua de mineral con limon. I felt incredibly spoiled. Next I roamed around the town square, half expecting to find my companions who had all arrived several days before me and were staying in different homes. Not seeing any familiar faces, I did my souvenir shopping and visited an internet cafe to check email. Afterwards, I returned to the villa where I was staying and found it overrun with people setting up for a luncheon. It appeared that even in her absence, my hostess had arranged for a fundraising luncheon to raise money for a local cause. I thought it funny that her house would be full of strangers and visitors, her household running as if she was there to run it. About fifty people were expected so there were folks everywhere cooking food and setting up tables. I dodged the traffic and the animals (so many animals!) and sequestered myself in my room. The hostess has a small menagerie of exotic birds, cats, dogs, and two marmosets (monkeys) that chit chatted at me when I accidentally came upon them grooming one another on top of a bookshelf. I missed the entire event-even though it took place in the courtyard right outside my patio door. I closed my curtains and fell into a deep sleep, and when I woke up all the guests were gone, and all the same people were taking the tables down and cleaning the kitchen. It was near time to meet up with my traveling companions, as we had a prescheduled meeting.<br />
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I walked again to the town square, and immediately came upon them. It was so good to see them here in San Miguel after so many months of planning and talking. Michele joined us and took us to the home of her friend Carlos, born in Venuzuela, but a true Internationalist. He made us a lovely dinner of vergetarian paella (a Spanish dish of rice, vegetables, and usually seafood). I am very shy around Internationalists, since my travel abroad has been so limited. This may sound funny to some, who think I travel all the time, but I never traveled in childhood. Michele and many of her San Miguel friends and many of the expatriots have grown up abroad, spent their childhoods in many exotic places, and speak multiple languages. I feel quite provincial in their company. Nonetheless, Carlos is a gentleman and engages us all in small talk while we feast on his lovely meal. He doesn't dine with us, but in true Latin fashion, has a dinner appointment with friends after we leave! His dinner won't start until 9 or 10pm! (This is why they still serve breakfast at noon around here.) His home is lovely and the walls are covered in original art and photographs. I relaxed out on his patio with my friends and enjoyed the San Miguel sky bursting with stars<br />
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After returning from dinner, a few of us, Morningstar included, pack our bags and leave the town to spend the night at Michele's home out in the country. I have stayed here on a previous visit and I look forward to being there again. I didn't know I would spend the bulk of the trip here. But it is quiet and peaceful and the internet service has been excellent. During the day the housekeeper and gardener are around, but at night I am all alone and have been able to get much work done. I did come to San Miguel to walk, I and still hope that I might, but so far I have made the choice to forego the pilgrimage to complete the grant I'm working on. Yesterday I was mildly distraught to say no to the pilgrimage but today I am ready to accept what is. My dear friend Rebecca, helping me write the grant from 800 miles away wrote this:<br />
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I think this is true. If some miracle should prevail, and this grant is funded, my entire life will shift. Perhaps this was the miracle I came for and not the one I thought I was seeking at all...</div>LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-83475009429555844742012-01-22T03:17:00.000-08:002012-01-22T03:24:02.034-08:00Pilgrimage to MexicoWhile I have participated in this pilgrimage, three times before, this will be my first time to take the bus to Mexico. Two days on a bus is an adventure prior to the adventure. My mind is consumed with two thoughts- completing the grant I'm writing for community peer educators and seeing my San Miguel 'home' again. In Mexico, I am called by a different name. I become Leonora (because there is no "SH" sound in the Mexican alphabet, the Mexicans have trouble with my name, so I simply changed it to my middle name). I can hardly wait to join up with Morningstar and the other women of Morningstar Community to make this walk through the beautiful vast landscape of the Sierra Madres of Central Mexico. I have been training for months, walking, running, and even achieved some small weight loss (though training in Kansas for a walk in the mountains is somewhat deficient). Mostly for the pilgrimage, what is needed is endurance. You simply keep walking until you think you cannot take one more step, and then you take another step. Even in the company of 10,000 Mexicans the landscape is so vast, you can feel completely alone. It is quite a journey. At the end of it (for me 3 days, but for the others 9 days) we will visit the holy shrine at San Juan de los Lagos and present petitions for miracles to La Virgin. My miracle request is well rehearsed: the grant, and then the clinic. In that order. It will take a miracle for either to happen. For the grant I am asking the US Gov. for 3 million dollars to impact perinatal outcomes in the urban core. This involves an intricate three year plan to engage community health workers, insurance companies, healthcare organizations, and governmental bureaucracy, along with community stakeholders. This is a long shot at best. I am untested and ignorant when it comes to mobilizing something like this. Yet, it could change my community. Follow that up with finishing CNM school (which I only started this week by the way) and opening a clinic in the urban core. Again, I am in no way qualified to do these things- yet they are mine to do. I could do with a miracle or two. Even going to Mexico is a miracle of sorts (the miracle of credit!), seeing as I've been unemployed for three months now. I am somewhat astounded by the lengths God will go to, to make something of my life.LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-20702937381746693132012-01-04T19:52:00.000-08:002012-01-04T19:52:18.607-08:00Guest Post<br />
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On, Saturday, October 10<sup>th</sup> (which happens to be <a href="http://www.un.org/en/events/humanrightsday/2011/">International Human Rights Day</a>), the <a href="http://www.ilsinglepayercoalition.org/site/index.php">Illinois Single Payer Coalition</a> along with the IL Chapter of a <a href="http://www.pnhp.org/">Physicians for a National Health Program</a> and the <a href="http://chispan.org/">Chicago Single Payer Action Network</a>, sponsored a Teach-in at <a href="http://occupychi.org/">Occupy Chicago</a>. The teach-in not only focused on the overall heath disparities within Chicago, but more specifically on how a single-payer health care system will (or will not) address health disparities in Chicago and throughout the nation.<br />
Community groups and organizers were solicited to join the discussion and were encouraged to provide action steps to move the movement of a national health program forward. I was excited to attend the event as I am familiar with single-payer health care program as a whole but never really sat down to think of specific concerns and or questions as to how this type of system will affect the maternal health & medical industrial complex.<br />
The event began with a brief but truly thorough overview by <a href="http://www.suhichicago.org/about-suhi/staff/steve-whitman">Steve Whitman, PhD</a>, Director of the <a href="http://www.suhichicago.org/">Sinai Urban Health Institute</a>, about the history of racial segregation and access in Chicago, health disparities amongst whites and blacks, and his research over the last 28 years. As highlighted in the event announcement on the <a href="http://www.ilsinglepayercoalition.org/site/index.php">Illinois Single Payer Coalition</a> website:<br />
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Chicago is one of the most racially segregated cities in the country, with one of the worst records on health disparities by ethnicity and economic class. Responses by major public and private institutions have been ineffective at best, and at worst actively sacrifice public health to the interests of big corporations. Wall Street’s demand for ever higher profits for health insurance and pharmaceutical companies exacerbates disparities instead of addressing them.</blockquote>
Chicago has some of the worst health disparities in regards to maternal and child health. With the countless advances in medicine and improvements in technology, the medical industrial complex has continued to fall short in its ability to adequately provide evidence-based, scientifically proven care to lower income and racially oppressed people. According to the research Steve presented, in 1995 many of the 15 health outcomes his work focuses on were equal when comparing blacks and whites. 15 years later, in 2005 when they re-investigated the current data, 11 of these 15 measures were worst amongst Black people; including ones specific to maternal and child health.<br />
Three of the 15 measures used in his research, Low birth weight, infant mortality, and no-prenatal care, were specific to maternal and child health. His research concluded that after the 15 year difference, Blacks ranked highest for all three measures. The most shocking and most well articulated realization that I have ever heard about the criminality of this segregation is, when you look at all of these measures and look at the “excess death” (meaning those preventable deaths due to lack of access) he says about 3200 Black people died 2005. These excess deaths are due to no other reason than racism. If you do the math, that’s about 9 folks a day. Breaking it down even more, 3 Black babies die each week due to this racism.<br />
According to the 2005 publication of <a href="http://www.cityofchicago.org/content/dam/city/depts/cdph/statistics_and_reports/SR_ChgoBOIMrpt07.pdf">The Birth Outcomes and Infant Mortality in Chicago report</a> compiled by the Chicago Department of Public Health Office of Epidemiology, the following data shows how desperate Chicago (and nationally) is for attention to these disparities in birth outcomes.<br />
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<li><strong>Out the highest amounts of births in Chicago, Blacks rank #2 after Hispanics*</strong></li>
<li>% of births with no prenatal care; Blacks rank highest at 3.3%</li>
<li>% of births that were premature; Blacks rank highest at 16.1%</li>
<li>% of singleton babies born with low birth weight; Blacks rank highest at 13.2%</li>
<li>% of infant mortality; Blacks rank highest at 14.7%</li>
<li>% of neonatal mortality; Blacks rank highest at 9%</li>
<li>Lastly, there were 4 maternal deaths in the year 2004 and all 4 were Black</li>
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Knowing this information and <em>over</em>standing the need for immediate action to reverse 15 years (really more) of the harm imposed by the medical industrial complex, what is in store for us within a single payer health care system?<br />
In thinking about access, race, and the current state of affairs for maternal and child health care (i.e. birth justice) I can’t help but have a few questions about how this system will support low income, mothers of color.<br />
One of my greatest concerns about a single-payer health care system is <strong>how will this program increase mothers of color’s access to those “evidence-based” practices that I mentioned earlier?</strong><br />
How will this system make maternal and child health <strong>more accessible to our communities (i.e. low income, POC, limited-no access to services, birth workers, and/or midwives)</strong>?<br />
How will it <strong>provide options to poor and marginalized women to make decisions</strong> <strong>about their pregnancy, birth and parenting <em><span style="text-decoration: underline;">without</span></em> the policing of their bodies and/or reproduction</strong>?<br />
How will policies change to <strong>support birth justice within the medical industrial complex as well be provided to our sisters in the prison industrial complex</strong>?<br />
How will a single-payer system <strong>allow greater opportunities (including financial) for birth workers (midwives, doulas, lactation specialists, childbirth educators), healers, and practitioners of color to achieve education and/or certification (if they choose) and practice</strong>?<br />
How will this kind of health care reform <strong>close these gaps in disparities and improve outcomes for Black women thus improving community health</strong>?<br />
Will <strong>holistic and modestly cost public health interventions and preventative care</strong> (i.e. massage, acupuncture, yoga, etc) <strong>be accessible </strong>and covered under a single-payer system?<br />
To add, will <strong>the midwifery model of care and out-of-hospital midwifery practices</strong> be seen <strong>as an adequate and viable option for consumers</strong> or will the<strong> “standard of care” continue to be based on profit-driven, insurance company rules and regulations and not based on evidence and research</strong>?<br />
Will a single-payer health care system hold space for <strong>increased accurate, client-centered, public health promotion and communication</strong> around most importantly, <strong>breastfeeding, SIDS, nutrition, fathering, postpartum depression, pre-conception health, and accessing prenatal/postpartum services</strong>?<br />
Lastly, in contrast, will <strong>Obama’s Health Reform fill in any of these gaps and concerns</strong> I have mentioned in discussing a single-payer system?<br />
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<em>Well, I am waiting…</em> (<em>crickets</em>).</div>
The <a href="http://ictcmidwives.org/">International Center for Traditional Childbearing,</a> the <a href="http://mana.org/">Midwives Alliance of North America</a>, and <a href="http://cfmidwifery.org/">Citizens for Midwifery</a> all have statements that include recommendations** for <strong><em><span style="text-decoration: underline;">some kind</span></em></strong> of health reform (mostly recommendations for Obama-Biden’s Health Reform); many of which can be applied to the single-payer system as well.<br />
<em>I challenge the administration to really step up and address the social and economic barriers that directly affect the overall health of Black and Brown people and in addition make the birth outcomes of those disproportionally affected a continued priority.</em><br />
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<strong><em>It’s clear that what we have now is not only broken but absolutely criminal and barbaric.</em></strong></div>
*Language provided by the researchers<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;">**Resources for your enjoyment:</span><br />
International Center for Traditional Childbearing President’s “Healthy Babies are Everyone’s Business”<br />
<a href="http://www.ictcmidwives.org/newhealthcarereform.pdf">http://www.ictcmidwives.org/newhealthcarereform.pdf</a><br />
Midwives Alliance of North America’s “Reforming Maternity Care in America: Recommendations to the Obama-Biden Transition Team on Maternity Health Care”<br />
<a href="http://mana.org/pdfs/MANARecsToObamaHealthTeamJan09.pdf">http://mana.org/pdfs/MANARecsToObamaHealthTeamJan09.pdf</a><br />
Midwives Alliance of North America’s Working Group Recommendations<br />
<a href="http://govinfo.library.unt.edu/chc/recommendations/orgs/midwivesalliance.pdf">http://govinfo.library.unt.edu/chc/recommendations/orgs/midwivesalliance.pdf</a><br />
Citizens for Midwifery’s “Maternity Care: A Priority for Health Care Reform.”<br />
<a href="http://cfmidwifery.org/pdf/CfMStatementObamaTeamFINAL200901_doc.pdf">http://cfmidwifery.org/pdf/CfMStatementObamaTeamFINAL200901_doc.pdf</a><br />
National Association of Certified Professional Midwives’ “Maternity Care and Health Care Reform: Opportunities to improve quality and access, reduce costs, and increase evidence-based practice”<br />
<a href="http://www.nacpm.org/documents/NACPM-recommendations.pdf">http://www.nacpm.org/documents/NACPM-recommendations.pdf</a><br />
Physicians for a National Health Program’s “International Health Systems.”<em> Check out the Cuba and South Africa profile, written by me back in 2004.</em><br />
<a href="http://www.pnhp.org/facts/international_health_systems.php?page=all">http://www.pnhp.org/facts/international_health_systems.php?page=all</a><br />
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I plan to bring my request for a miracle, Uzazzi Village, to La Virgin. She is well known for granting miracles and I figure she might just as well grant mine. After leaving my petition, I will return to San Miguel and board a bus for the two day ride back home or if finances permit, I will walk two additional days and then board a plane home. When I return from my walk of miracles, I want to begin the Community Conversations on Maternal Infant Health. From these Community Conversations I hope to find volunteers and donors to fuel the work.<br />
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In order to raise funds to cover the costs of starting the 501c3 that will become Uzazzi Village I am offering to carry prayer requests in exchange for your donation. Your prayer request will be transcribed on paper, made into a small scroll, which I will carry in an amulet around my neck for the duration of the walk. All prayer scrolls will be left at the alter upon my arrival in San Juan de los Lagos. No donation is too small or too large, and all donations can request a prayer scroll. Unfortunately, they will not be tax-deductible until the 501c3 is established. None of your donations will go toward my expenses to do the Walk of Miracles, as I plan to cover all those expenses myself. Thank you to all those who are a part of this vision taking shape. <br />
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For more information, or to make a donation go to the website: <a href="http://www.uzazzivillage.webs.com/">http://www.uzazzivillage.webs.com/</a><br />LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-23814262740359947502011-12-21T12:48:00.000-08:002011-12-21T12:48:25.269-08:00Community Visioning SurveyIt's Ready!<br />
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Survey<br /><a href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?formkey=dEVIcEZCTkZId2gzRS1rWElWVVlBeXc6MQ" id="yui_3_2_0_1_132449845699599" target="_blank">https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?formkey=dEVIcEZCTkZId2gzRS1rWElWVVlBeXc6MQ</a><br /><a href="http://bit.ly/vMD5lW" target="_blank"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1324498449_1">http://bit.ly/vMD5lW</span></a><br /><br />
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga, sans-serif;">Goals</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga, sans-serif;">Strategies</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">infant mortality rates above
national average </span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">FIMR mom profile highest</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">low breastfeeding rates</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">high rates of prematurity</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">high rates of cesareans and
inductions</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">high rates of preterm delivery</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">low birth weight</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">delayed or insufficient prenatal
care</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">smoking rates increasing</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">high rates of obesity/</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">social determinants of health put
residents of certain zip codes at high risk of poor health
indicators</span></div>
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Infant mortality and morbidity rates at or
below national average</div>
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infant deaths not concentrated in the urban
core</div>
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increased rates of initiation, duration, and
exclusive lactation among Black urban mothers</div>
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infants born at term with adequate weights</div>
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decreased cesareans, and inductions</div>
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improved access to prenatal care</div>
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improved maternal health prior to pregnancy</div>
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work with others to improve life overall in the
urban core</div>
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culturally appropriate care models</div>
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midwifery model of care</div>
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mother friendly care models</div>
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baby friendly care models</div>
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collaborative planning and working with all
stakeholders</div>
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home visiting models of care</div>
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community-based solutions</div>
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health care delivery models sustainable without
government funding</div>
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woman-centric care models</div>
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affordable accessible care that preserves
dignity and respects those it serve</div>
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create a series of
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“community conversations” to discuss the vision</div>
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invite others to share in the vision through
donations of time, money, or goods</div>
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identify leadership and create a 501c3 to enact
the vision</div>
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begin to work with existing organizations and
community stakeholders to transition the vision to reality</div>
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make a positive difference in the lives of
women and infants and their families in the urban core by
improving health outcomes</div>
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<span style="color: #6b0094;"><span style="font-family: MV Boli;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Uzazi
Village- A Culturally Relevant and Respectful Model of Maternal
Infant Health for the Urban Core</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga, sans-serif;"><i>What
is Uzazi Village?</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga, sans-serif;">Uzazi
is Swahili for birth. Uzazi Village will be a community-based
perinatal care model created by community men and women for community
women and infants (and their families) who are at higher risk for
poor perinatal outcomes. We seek to create a model of care that is
affordable, accessible, sustainable, high in quality, is culturally
appropriate, and respectful of traditional/ancestral knowing, that
promotes a high level of wellbeing and improves overall potential for
the individual and the community to live in harmony in order to
pursue its full purpose for being.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga, sans-serif;"><i>What
does this model of care look like?</i></span><br />
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Maternal-infant health Family health Community health</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-Peer to peer
learning models -family care/pediatric care
-high risk zip codes</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-home visits
with 'peridoulas' -male leadership roles
- on bus lines</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-midwifery care -assumed male involvement
-vibrant communities</span></div>
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-lactation supportive
-same provider throughout -providers live here</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-bartering
system for pay -school nurse expanded role
-linked to other resources
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<span style="font-size: small;">-house calls by
midwives - parish nurse expanded role
-community supported</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-same provider
throughout -group centered care - decreased medicaid reliance</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-personal
ownership of health -wellness focused care - we did it ourselves</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-partner with
clients, listen -clients define family
-community gardens</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">D</span><em>oes this sound like
a conversation you would like to join?</em></span></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This document will be dispersed far and wide throughout our community with a survey attached to invite feedback. In addition, we will begin next month attending assembled groups to share the vision for the purpose of finding 'our people'. Those individuals looking for just such a project to work with will hear about us through our "Community Conversations" series. They will help to write this story.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial;">Another interesting development this week: I invited a national insurance company to join me in crafting an application for a federal grant seeking innovation in healthcare service delivery to Medicaid populations. They said yes! We will be submitting a proposal for pregnancy doulas (or what I call 'Peridoulas' ) to follow pregnant medicaid clients from the start of pregnancy to up to a year following pregnancy. I fully expected this insurance company would read my email and hit the delete button. Imagine my surprise to get a call the very next day from the Vice President of Research and Innovation out of Long Beach California! So add to my to do list, crafting a winning grant proposal that is due at the end of January. Even though I accepted two adjunct teaching positions for the spring semester, I am considering turning down one of them so I can concentrate on grant writing (and book writing, and workshop writing, and article writing...not to mention starting CNM school). This should teach me to be careful what I ask the universe for...</span></em><br />
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<br />LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-25629940920509494912011-12-03T06:07:00.001-08:002011-12-03T13:12:09.435-08:00A Meeting of Minds<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ezE80zZH5ghM-4v99Emc0INRmRS7NFn0j2XO5EuEL-8fDuhHrP52N_X7nKy6cxZcyWWb8ctIL9yZnaGWxYwxxarmTRzKGoypgxS1QKpM-lnABtih19x7pKP33QBKoM8uwqU8SLRnviw/s1600/Black-Mother-Holding-Baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ezE80zZH5ghM-4v99Emc0INRmRS7NFn0j2XO5EuEL-8fDuhHrP52N_X7nKy6cxZcyWWb8ctIL9yZnaGWxYwxxarmTRzKGoypgxS1QKpM-lnABtih19x7pKP33QBKoM8uwqU8SLRnviw/s400/Black-Mother-Holding-Baby.jpg" width="280" /></a>Next Friday, December 9th, a very important meeting will take place: 'A Community Visioning'. This meeting, hosted by yours truly, is an invitation to all 'Community Stakeholders' to come and discuss a plan for creating community-based maternity care; what it would look like, and what it would take to make it happen. I have been planning this meeting all year long. I don't want 2012 to come without a plan of action in hand. All year long now, I have been looking at the vision board in my bedroom next to my bed. It is the first thing I see when I wake up every morning. A large poster board covered in sticky notes and timelines foretelling a seemingly impossible dream; an urban prenatal clinic, birth center, and midwifery school. All quite heady stuff for a former teen welfare mom. How do I galvanize the considerable resources of this community to make it happen? Well, it will start with this meeting. I have sent out my clever and attractive EVITE invitations. I have enlisted a top notch talented facilitator. I have a state-of-the-art, large meeting room. I have my mother's cinnamon rolls and fresh fruit for feeding the participants. And I have an agenda.<br />
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In many ways I have been waiting 20 years to host this meeting. I have agonized over the invitation list for months. I understand that whomever is meant to be there, will be there. I also understand that this is the first step in taking my dream PUBLIC. Oh sure, lots of people have heard me talk about my plans to do this or that, but this is the first time in 20 years that I have invited anyone else into that conversation. Its like leaving your five year old at kindergarten for the first time- it finally hits you that someone else will have influence on the way your little one thinks and behaves. In taking my dream public, there are risks. On the other hand, alone I can only accomplish so much. Already, I have been flooded with offers for space for housing the project. I will be out next week, looking around Troost Ave. for the perfect store front.<br />
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I'm picturing it already:<br />
"UZAZI VILLAGE" the sign will read. (Swahili for birth) In small letters beneath it, it will read: "An Afro-centric community dedicated to maternal infant and community health". To start, there will be free pregnancy tests and resource referrals. Childbirth classes (the good empowering kind), and breastfeeding support groups will be a staple. Other classes will be added: parenting classes, finance management, employment preparation, etc. I intend to invite others who are already doing these things to do them at Uzazi Village, not duplicate them. I hope other support groups will spring up; fathering support groups, infant loss support groups, perinatal mood disorder support groups. Again, there are already folks out there doing these things, I will invite them to do an Afro-centric version at Uzazi Village. In this way I expand the capacity of organizations who have already perfected this work (whatever it is). Uzazi Village will be divided into Houses: Umoja (unity) House will be our think tank, leadership, and administrative council (Council of Elders), Kujichacalia (self-determination) House will house job readiness, GED completion programs and such. Ujaama (cooperative economics) House will house a business incubator for nonprofits supporting maternal infant health, and courses on entrepreneurship and nonprofit leadership. Imani (faith) House will house faith-based initiatives and church volunteer groups and hopefully a parish nurse ministry. Kuumba (creativity) House will maintain art programs and community gardens. I will add clinical services as soon as I graduate from midwifery school, unless a practicing midwife or physician wants to offer clinic hours sooner. The Ida Mae Patterson Perinatal Wellness Clinic will thus, be born. Named for my grandmother, Ida Mae, who had 24 babies, but only saw nine live to adulthood, this clinic is the crux of the vision. Clients of the Ida Mae clinic can expect home visitors known as pregnancy doulas to visit them at home and do assessments and education. Hierarchies will be flattened as care providers retrieve their clients from the vibrant and active community room (no waiting rooms) and walk them back to their serene and tastefully appointed, mutual exchange suite (no exam rooms) I hope the place is filled with students wanting to learn: nursing students, midwifery students, medical residents (DO, OB, family practice) etc. As it evolves from an education center to clinical services, I will also add birthing rooms: The Nia (purpose) House. I chose this name because of Morningstar's quote in her book of the Cherokee birth blessing, "May you live long enough to know why you were born." I want every child born at Nia House to know their purpose, to know why they were born, to be an integral part of the community that has welcomed them. I hope there will be tutoring, a community garden, a daycare... I hope it expands to take up the entire block... the entire city... the entire world... I want Uzazi Village to be a sustainable, replicable model of community-based wellness care that supports maternal infant health that radiates forth to positively impact family health, that glows outward to support community health.<br />
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Now join me in my vision. What do you see...?LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com2Kansas City, MO, USA39.0997265 -94.578566738.902569 -94.89442369999999 39.296884000000006 -94.2627097tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-56986259398541953962011-11-21T19:39:00.001-08:002011-11-21T21:18:38.452-08:00Winter UpdateMuch has happened since my last post. I have left my job as a nursing instructor. I am enrolled in a nurse-midwife program, and working on my IBLCE credential (lactation consultant). I have attended the MANA (Midwives Alliance of North America) conference in Niagra Falls and gave my two presentations. I have attended the local March of Dimes conference on Prematurity. I'm just back from the Holy Land for a meeting about a nine day pilgrimage in Mexico in January. Some committments are ending, while new ones begin. Plans are underway for the clinic/birth center it has become my destiny to create.<br />
What has become clear is that I must press on, despite any obstacles. The work is greater than myself and I am only a conduit of God's will and desire. This work has nothing to do with my own resources of lack of them. While in Niagra Falls at MANA, I was priviledged to spend a lot of time with the midwives of color, these were amazing women from all over the United States, Canada, Mexico, and the Caribbean. Spending time with these midwives and birth workers reminded me that I am not alone in what I am attempting to do, nor am I the first to attempt it. <br />
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I hope to resume teaching in January. Here are a few projects I am working on for next year:<br />
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<li>finding an adjunct teaching position</li>
<li>writing a workshop that I will start presenting next May nationally</li>
<li>writing a book that I hope to publish next year</li>
<li>sit for the lactation consultant exam in July</li>
<li>submit an article for a peer-reviewed journal</li>
<li>take the nurse educator certification exam next Spring or Summer</li>
<li>begin preceptor courses for nurse-midwife program</li>
<li>begin apprenticeship with a local homebirth CPM</li>
<li>work with a design student on architectural sketches for clinic</li>
<li>vie for a seat on the state nursing board</li>
<li>feasibility study for clinic</li>
<li>host community visioning sessions</li>
<li>create 501c3 for clinic</li>
<li>complete training and fundraising for pilgrimage</li>
<li>complete 9 day pilgrimage in Mexico</li>
<li>investigate MPH program (just dreaming here)</li>
<li>increase business training to include ACLS and LPN-IV course</li>
<li>write for some grants</li>
<li>find some partnerships to complete the Mama Love Project</li>
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All well-wishes much appreciated.LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-49381734107821687422011-09-26T03:59:00.000-07:002011-09-26T03:59:38.512-07:00Autumn Update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Hl_30nybKqe00kHd8I8MKqP514KstxnembDKhglzgnH9f3nOk5WyOolPUrocv88AH62eGRjzQtOJzw-4W-VddtYrsFEHt2AJMnAsoAqOH0KFtmdCe92iS0cy4We8zGii4RW5WF29Lto/s1600/tipi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Hl_30nybKqe00kHd8I8MKqP514KstxnembDKhglzgnH9f3nOk5WyOolPUrocv88AH62eGRjzQtOJzw-4W-VddtYrsFEHt2AJMnAsoAqOH0KFtmdCe92iS0cy4We8zGii4RW5WF29Lto/s1600/tipi.jpg" /></a>I have just returned from the Autumnal Equinox gathering at the Holy Land in central Missouri. It was a small but mighty gathering of women. We shared our usual drumming and fire circles, walks, and herb gatherings, and meal making and sharing. Sr. Morningstar led us in many healing rituals and conversations. I slept under the September stars in the tipee on both nights, grateful to have it all to myself, and for the peaceful star filled nights. I fell asleep each night to the hoot owl calling from the woods and woke in the morning to whipor-wills and woodpeckers. It was three days of bliss. <br />
For several months now, I have been making plans for the birth center, and becoming acclimated to midwifery school. I am taking a pharmacology class this Fall but begin my core midwifery courses in the Spring. I am also planning to return to Mexico in January to complete the nine day San Miguel Walk with Sr. Morningstar and 8 other women from our spiritual community. It is a nine day pilgrimage over the Sierra Madres of central Mexico, walking about 8 hours per day. I am also preparing to speak at MANA (Midwives Alliance of North America) this Fall in Niagra Falls Canada. I'll be speaking on maternal infant health after a disaster (based on my three trips to Haiti) and cultural competency in maternal infant health. I continue to teach full time, and will soon begin speaking nationally on active learning teaching strategies. Next year I look forward to becoming certified in nursing education through the National League of Nursing (NLN), publishing my first article in a peer reviewed journal and sitting for my lactation consultant credential. I am also working on next year's CIMS (Coalition to improve maternity services) conference, and locating a building in which to house my future birth center. It has been a busy Fall. Next year will be busier.<br />
I am learning to trust my own intuitive knowing, when to seek the advice of others, and when to press on in my own wisdom. My lessons are many, the trials are difficult, but I am confident of my path. I press on. LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-22175715679577919802011-07-17T17:18:00.000-07:002011-07-17T18:23:08.017-07:00The Mama Love ProjectA <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">couple</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcyzmpooRy4nkGejZC0QboOPNvQrzbKy6X1H4xpu2wcFf9M0sC_I3UMzASaLnMBCk6BmrGfbJMQSMlKG2jLM0Euby5CAIGLms02oGrADUh_-M0cTnd0yhZdxPAbCnVV9G_GEzdO7QeH4/s1600/BlackMotherAndChild-378x414.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630481209996537810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcyzmpooRy4nkGejZC0QboOPNvQrzbKy6X1H4xpu2wcFf9M0sC_I3UMzASaLnMBCk6BmrGfbJMQSMlKG2jLM0Euby5CAIGLms02oGrADUh_-M0cTnd0yhZdxPAbCnVV9G_GEzdO7QeH4/s320/BlackMotherAndChild-378x414.jpg" /></a> of months ago, I was contemplating the problem of infant mortality in my community. This is a topic often discussed in the Women's, Children's and Infant's Health Committee (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">WICH</span>) of the Kansas City Health Commission. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">WICH</span> is also the Community Action Team (CAT) of our local Fetal Infant Mortality Review Board (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">FIMR</span>). The CAT receives reports from Case Review Team (CRT), the other half of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">FIMR</span> (of which I am also a member). The CRT reviews cases of infants that have died in the most high risk zip codes of our city to determine if their deaths were preventable. The CRT then makes recommendations to the CAT for systems, policy, or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">protocal</span> change that will have an impact on the number of infant deaths. The CAT is charged with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disseminating</span> and if possible, implementing these changes.<br /><br />If all of this is confusing to you, I was a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">WICH</span> member for months before I realized it was also the CAT. The bottom line is, both the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">WICH</span> and the CAT are actively involved in the issue of infant mortality. Nowhere is this issue more pronounced than in the African-American community in our urban core. Nationwide, Black infant die at rates twice that of Caucasian infants. Here locally, it's almost three times higher. I've discussed this topic before on this blog. I've attended conferences devoted to this topic. I've presented at conferences on this topic. I spent a year and a half researching this topic for my master's research project. <br /><br />It occurred to me recently that as bad as this problem is, it is an essentially invisible social phenomenon. I thought, what if we put a face on Black infant mortality. As a natural born storyteller, I understand the impact of the personal narrative. I use storytelling as a teaching strategy with my nursing students. I thought, why not let the women tell their own stories of perinatal infant loss. What could be more powerful than that?<br /><br />The Mama Love Project is born out of a need to put a face and a voice and a human presence on an important social and health issue. Months of work on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">FIMR</span>, pouring over the death records of deceased infants and analyzing events that led up to their deaths, has convinced me that most of these deaths were preventable. <br /><br />The women's stories will be filmed and the footage will be made available to agencies working to decrease health disparities in infant mortality and to create public health announcements. What I need now is the women. I'll be setting up a F<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">acebook</span> page titled, The Mama Love Project. I am actively seeking women willing to share their stories. These women must be African-American, reside in Kansas City's urban core (preferably in our high risk zip codes) who have experienced perinatal loss from greater than 20 weeks gestation until 28 days postpartum. <br /><br />If you or someone you know would like to participate in the Mama Love Project, please contact me at <a href="mailto:laborpayne@yahoo.com">laborpayne@yahoo.com</a>. Perhaps your story can help prevent future deaths, and bring needed attention to a serious problem that remains under the radar screen.LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-80881900609791826192011-06-30T04:37:00.000-07:002011-07-01T05:20:59.555-07:00The She Wolf Lodge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ybW1wpDseUCFpbI3_CMnx8iI82wK9obHxweJvWZAjmj8BtnKoskZyNnEJb5iVtczWdD5YCiq-DjAFwkAtUdtKLAGsYh67yHgPMCuSGCwC2ig62mQDKRoJ3WU7Qcm6eWB01grngcHEE0/s1600/delivering+a+message.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623976751092992210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ybW1wpDseUCFpbI3_CMnx8iI82wK9obHxweJvWZAjmj8BtnKoskZyNnEJb5iVtczWdD5YCiq-DjAFwkAtUdtKLAGsYh67yHgPMCuSGCwC2ig62mQDKRoJ3WU7Qcm6eWB01grngcHEE0/s320/delivering+a+message.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_IUuTxsMnCbldWK0KFQxbX5C_BoLbXezImV4DPJrD8C0bbZbjRde2gZvhZKFvUXOKkafuwAWNvnWcxBwuhGGWf4qKV9zhRhogdE5yUJ2_1a1Ihse1bjY6yEtZAemWVmy-BGl28ZsoIwY/s1600/morning+session.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623976668485438594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_IUuTxsMnCbldWK0KFQxbX5C_BoLbXezImV4DPJrD8C0bbZbjRde2gZvhZKFvUXOKkafuwAWNvnWcxBwuhGGWf4qKV9zhRhogdE5yUJ2_1a1Ihse1bjY6yEtZAemWVmy-BGl28ZsoIwY/s320/morning+session.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmc-I1-PUZQPyxRawGqeC8RCoraeqFR7H4G2qm2iaB8GIjYkwTqjQWEZnHFvDT7W1EyKQxDRqPoRxnb0X0USdRYJJuXpU5H_idO_oTF4XANavcoL3fH2XFCmoHrSthHLsua1sF4ux_-_o/s1600/mama+and+child.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623976583063540018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmc-I1-PUZQPyxRawGqeC8RCoraeqFR7H4G2qm2iaB8GIjYkwTqjQWEZnHFvDT7W1EyKQxDRqPoRxnb0X0USdRYJJuXpU5H_idO_oTF4XANavcoL3fH2XFCmoHrSthHLsua1sF4ux_-_o/s320/mama+and+child.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Photos: me giving counsel, a morning fire circle session, a mother and child, young maidens in a hammock, Sr. Morningstar being smudged during opening ceremonies<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHKAGCK-kGbOin1Vi7laqWoMxaQAT_7XT0l76pqWlFw-3XVrhjCV4YsrJ3G95rWmcixt6rCOvs4b0RZ2t8EjFvV1Vcue2TBsCjXWXp9HwmU7mEGoeN-3ljuKIrheD5uXy7aPLzeO5GE8E/s1600/maidens.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623976472264153938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHKAGCK-kGbOin1Vi7laqWoMxaQAT_7XT0l76pqWlFw-3XVrhjCV4YsrJ3G95rWmcixt6rCOvs4b0RZ2t8EjFvV1Vcue2TBsCjXWXp9HwmU7mEGoeN-3ljuKIrheD5uXy7aPLzeO5GE8E/s320/maidens.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZQr_sTEECnOC4Z0SXTZ_Wkd7NmSaeemeEGahZfw4vdoI_wvnK2WIIsvTxYtQlDILqmf1jlu4lCzqiiEWRtq2RpW5HbdIh8P3YBE2720BU0VWcThG1dCDbUkwVgDGfWTbaThuRk6i-es/s1600/smudging+on+the+holy+land.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623976387582049602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZQr_sTEECnOC4Z0SXTZ_Wkd7NmSaeemeEGahZfw4vdoI_wvnK2WIIsvTxYtQlDILqmf1jlu4lCzqiiEWRtq2RpW5HbdIh8P3YBE2720BU0VWcThG1dCDbUkwVgDGfWTbaThuRk6i-es/s320/smudging+on+the+holy+land.jpg" /></a><br />Sacred images from the Holy Land (Morningstar Community) where I went this weekend for the Summer Solstice Celebration of the She Wolf Council. I live for these: the drum circles, the smudging, the storytelling around the fire circle, the sessions led by Sr. Morningstar, the fabulous vegetarian and vegan feasts (no meat is allowed on the Holy Land). A pure weekend of women who have left their lives to come together for sharing growth, enlightenment, and transcendance. I'm excited to be moving into my crohn years (defined as one year without bleeding), when I can take my place among the other queen mothers and elders and begin to participate in leadership. In the meantime, I look forward to how much I learn about myself each time I attend. The lesson this time was observing my comfort in my own skin and being still in my own knowing. These are blessed discoveries that prepare me for the work ahead. I'll go back again for the Fall Solstice and continue my work on becoming me.<br /><br />At one point, Sr. Morningstar asked us to describe our perfect day. Here is mine:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I wake up early, as usual, around 5am. I sit in my garden and have my morning cup of tea and quiet time. After my morning routine, I leave my house and walk around the corner to the clinic. I like to be the first one there to open it up. There is an early morning meeting and I bring fresh flowers from my garden to brighten up the meeting room. As the morning progresses, the clinic staff starts to arrive, the meeting begins and ends, and clients begin to arrive. I oversee the workings of the clinic and the staff, and leave midmorning for more meetings. On this my perfect day, all things go my way. Every idea, every initiative is met with a 'yes!' After a successful round of meetings, I meet my beloved for lunch. We meet at one of my favorite restaurants tucked away on a high hill overlooking downtown on the West Side. After a lovely meal and time to connect with my spouse, I head back to the clinic and oversee its finish for the day. There are patients to see, reports to file, emails and calls to return. My administrative assistant has been dispatched to the airport to pick up a group of international students and researchers. They will be staying in the guest house and working in our clinic for a few weeks. When the last patient has been seen, I rush back around the corner to the house to make sure everything is ready for the arrival of the guests. Dinner has been prepared and the house is full of home-cooked smells. I sit down to dinner with my family and enjoy a good meal. Afterwards, I sit and think and reflect on what a wonderful day it has been. I remember, that it is my perfect day.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now your turn. What would your perfect day look like?<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div>LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-55138073147863037562011-06-12T08:33:00.000-07:002011-06-12T10:38:16.638-07:00The Checklist<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv37LR_06ywvrAo7UoT_5YZO6gaPMJ_8cK4iJmmwOWOgqu0IKJ-sj8ABvhhyphenhypheni83lq2bKnbCiIQK7vCp-_PsxmtiRUYcx2g_c-7kMNam3xpL98KvnNbAgsZRTnv9YDXhTfdsthv3XfGBjU/s1600/checklist.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617386769578830658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv37LR_06ywvrAo7UoT_5YZO6gaPMJ_8cK4iJmmwOWOgqu0IKJ-sj8ABvhhyphenhypheni83lq2bKnbCiIQK7vCp-_PsxmtiRUYcx2g_c-7kMNam3xpL98KvnNbAgsZRTnv9YDXhTfdsthv3XfGBjU/s320/checklist.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />In the two weeks since I have returned from Haiti, I have been involved in several activites, most of which I will attempt to summerize here:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><ul><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>I queried my story about Dr. Delson to a journal but they turned it down, however they did give me ideas of what type of journal might be interested in the story.</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>I started teaching my summer classes, one for LPNs and one for RNs and will be teaching through July.</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>As a part of my committe work, I will be working on the two following projects- 1) collecting and cataloging the stories of African-American women who have lost babies due to preterm delivery or low birth weight,and 2) interviewing the three urban KC hospitals that do deliveries in order to celebrate what they do right and encourage improvements.</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>My two proposals were accepted by the MANA conference, so now to get started fleshing out the following: Lessons from Haiti: maternal infant care during a disaster from the midwifery model, and Brick by Brick: dismantaling racism in maternal infant care.</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>I continue planning for the CIMS Forum 2012- currently identifying potential speakers.</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>My business is expanding to a third state, and I am writing the training manual for new trainers.</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>I am lobbying for a mayoral appointment to the county hospital board from our newly elected mayor.</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>I am researching and writing an educational module on preconception care. If all goes well, I'll be traveling around the country presenting it to home visiting nurses and community workers, along with other content.</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>I am doing my preliminary planning for my profit prenatal clinic and my nonprofit maternity care think tank.</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>fielding offers to work in my (so far imaginary) clinic</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>preparing for a Board of Nursing visit at my college where I teach</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>planning for trip to Canada in November and Mexico in January, and trying to find a way to go to Tazania in December</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>looking forward to a trip to The Holy Land (Morningstar Community) at the end of the month for rest and rejuvination</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>kids leave home but keep coming back, now what?</li></ul><br /><p></p><br /><ul><br /><li>Still waiting and mentally preparing to hear if I am accepted into the midwifery program</li><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>gardening daily now and loving it!</li></ul>LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-58440368659619766352011-05-28T14:00:00.000-07:002011-05-31T19:40:26.394-07:00The Salvation of her People<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ZCuMyjwOltSW-7TM2wybQkyTpL1qB0tTiTQ9tNrcRxCRyOqhbO__dm3zgEqXIDXELUeQ_WQyC6d7v6ddW0FnSdKXjGSJYuihgyJSWNkumowBw0CHXP_lPMax5GheawC-PjZQ6gkAKXw/s1600/036_3A.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ZCuMyjwOltSW-7TM2wybQkyTpL1qB0tTiTQ9tNrcRxCRyOqhbO__dm3zgEqXIDXELUeQ_WQyC6d7v6ddW0FnSdKXjGSJYuihgyJSWNkumowBw0CHXP_lPMax5GheawC-PjZQ6gkAKXw/s320/036_3A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613075648421422674" border="0" /></a><br />I sit in a cool air-conditioned room of <a href="http://jenniejoseph.com/">Jennie Joseph's </a>birth center in Winter Garden Florida. Much has transpired over the past three days. I'll begin at the beginning.<br /><br />On the last day in Dr. Delson's clinic, I awoke to the surprise of three laboring women. I had hoped for at least one birth per day, and it seemed as if I would get my wish plus a bonus. Mother 1, 42 years old, came in during the night, a multip on baby number four, dilated to four. By morning she was at six. Mother 2 was a multip, dilated to 3. She lost a child in the earthquake last year, as did Mother 1. Mother 3, 27 years old, was a primip. They all labored nicely all throughout the clinic day as Monsieur saw a full slate of clients- it was actually our busiest day, even though it was only a half day clinic! He got through them all quickly and efficiently in order to attend the laboring mothers.<br /><br />He expressed concerns about Mother 1 because she was large for dates. He wasn't sure if she had an extra large baby or an excess of amniotic fluid. He turned his attention to her first. The ladies in general were left to labor on their own with whatever support person they brought with them. They walked the courtyard and waiting room floor, and layed on the benches or on a bed, and in general did not make a fuss. After clinic Monsieur checked all the mothers again, and found Mother 2 and Mother 3 had made some progress, but Mother 1 was still at six. He put her on the delivery table and added 10 U pit to her IV (I didn't mention before, but there was no IV pump- all IVs are to gravity by drip, in case you were assuming there was. I myself had never seen gravity pit for induction/augmentatation and was amazed to see it regulated in this way- though mostly it was a very slow drip, but not at all titrated, only slowed down or sped up to his will.) After a couple of hours, she was still at 6, as she had been since morning (this was now early evening). Monsieur looked uncertain but he decided to act on his instinct to call in his anesthesiologist- from Port au Prince, two hours away. Now I began to see the gravity of his situation. Mother 1 and her baby were in no immediate danger, but to even consider a cesarean as a possiblility, Monsieur would have to plan two hours out. After reaching the anesthesiologist for the surgery, he found that she had sent her own car to pick up her children away at school, she was available to come, but she did not have a way. Dr. Delson immediately dispatched his own driver to pick her up. This added to the time and would now be four hours instead of two for the surgery. He thought this gave Mother 1 more time to labor on her own and push the baby out if she could. I began to appreciate how difficult his job was and how difficult a call this was to make- getting a surgery that might be unindicated vs needing surgery and the option is not available. The anesthesiologist was on call at her own hospital that evening, and would need to return to Port au Prince immediately following the surgery (and she was too- she didn't wait till after recovery, she was dressed and beat the Dr. and I out the door!) After all arrangements had been made with the anesthesiologist and the small hospital down the road where the surgery would take place, Mother 1 was taken off the table and off the pit and placed in a bed to resume laboring on her own.<br /><br />Mother 2 was by this time dilated to 7 and was placed on the delivery table. She too was augmented to speed things up and get her delivered before Monsieur had to leave for the surgery. I labored alongside her and within 2 hours she was complete and ready to push. Mother two was such a strong woman! She was a big, robust woman who embrassed each contraction and roared with every push! I have hardly seen such strong, effective pushes. She needed no 'coaching' from anyone. She was a fabulous pusher. After about an hour of pushing, she birthed a fine, fat, healthy boy. I prayed she would find comfort from the loss of her other child, and that this child would bring her peace and joy (not that one can replace the other, by any means). With Mother 2 barely off the birthing table and in bed with her baby beside her, we raced off to the hospital.<br /><br />When we arrived, we quickly changed and entered the operating suite. It was the first time during this visit to experience air-conditioning- not the entire hospital, just the operating suite. (The patient ward was actually sweltering.) When we walked in the patient was on the table prepped for surgery, the anesthesiologist had already done her thing and the entire team was waiting for us. Monsieur introduced me, and everyone welcomed me. There was a scrub nurse, a circulating nurse, a first assistant (also a nurse, I learned later, trained by the Dr. himself- usually the first assistant is another physician, but there was no other physician), the anesthesiologist, and a dedicated baby nurse, who also acted as a second circulating nurse. The team worked beautifully together. The surgery was fast and effecient (it had to be, we had one other laboring patient to get back to!) I found it interesting that the baby nurse was handed and upside down baby, dangled by its feet, which she carried that way out of the operating suite to a nearby gurnee waiting with baby supplies on it. (There were no baby warmers or a fetal heart monitor in the hospital). She quickly cleaned and dressed the infant girl, and then left her there on the gurney (completely unattended!) and returned to finish helping with the surgery. She glanced out the operation room door, window every few minutes (as did I!) to make sure the baby was still safe on the gurney that had been pushed up against a wall. With the last stitch sewn, Monsieur and I fled out, just as quickly as we had come and drove back to the clinic. I thought the anesthesiologist might stay until the patient was out of recovery, but she was dressed and headed out the door ahead of us, even though she was still in the OR when we left it!<br /><br />Back at the clinic, Mother 3, our youngest, and a primip, was hard at work laboring. She too went to the delivery table and was at almost 8. Even so, it took a couple of hours to become complete and a couple of more hours for her to push her baby out. She was a sweet girl and she really fought her pushes. She not only relished my labor assist, she would grab me around my waist with each contraction and bury her face in my bosom! I think if she could have climbed into my lap, she would have done so. She screamed with each contraction, but would also eventually bear down nicely. As with the other primip we saw this week, Monsieur cut an episiotomy. I thought with the other, the epis seemed a little 'crooked'. This time when he did the epis repair after the birth of a sweet little girl, I came around and stood next to him to watch, and sure enough, he had cut a medial lateral epis. I have not seen these done in a very long time- I winced to think of her recovery in this heat. By the time, she was recovered, cleaned up and tucked in bed, it was 10 o'clock at night. The first clinic patient had arrived around 8 am that morning. It had been a long, and as Monsieur had predicted, a very busy day. Sometime between Mother 3 being complete and pushing, he had returned to the hospital to check on Mother 1. All in a day's work for someone on the front line of maternity care.<br /><br />I could hardly process all that had happened that day. I had to fall into bed, and be up for a 5 am ride to the airport. I had used snatches of time during the day to straighten my quarters, and pack my things. I went up to the Heart to Heart clinic to say my goodbyes. I wolfed down a dinner that might have been the best one yet. There was chicken cooked in a delicious sauce, that had been strutting around the yard this morning. "Monsieur!" I asked agast, "You mean this chicken was alive this morning?" "Yes," he answered proudly between mouthfuls, "this is fresh, organic chicken." I didn't ask about the details of his demise and preparation, all that I had missed with the busyness of the clinic. I didn't want to imagine Monsieur ringing a chicken's neck in between patient visits. Better to think the old housekeeper did it- she was stick thin, but strong and sturdy and has probably wrung more than a few necks in her lifetime. This 'fresh, organic' chicken was served along side beans and rice, and a Russian salad. This was a salad of cubed roasted beets and potatoes, like a potato salad made with half beets. Stirred together with mayonaisse (?) it made a pinkish unpalatable looking mass, but one taste and I was hooked. It was delicious! the roasted flavor of the beets was perfect with the boiled potatoes. I ate two servings and since no one spoke for the last little bit left in the bowl, I ate that too.<br /><br />I was up the next morning at 4:30 am, packed, dressed, and ready to go. I used the final 30 minutes of my stay to sit quietly on my balcony and allow the morning to unfold. I took a few snapshots, that won't begin to tell the stories, or capture the beauty... Madam and the driver and I packed into the truck and headed for Port au Prince. I never dreamed it would take so long. We must have hit ''morning rush hour" in the city, because we moved at a snail's pace throught the densely packed corridors. The driver tried his best, honking all the way, even driving up on sidewalks (!) and narrowly missing pedestrians, who share the roadways equally with vehicles and animals. Even so, I missed my flight out to Ft. Lauderdale, and was rerouted on the next flight out, an hour later, into Miami.<br /><br />My intent had been to rent a car in Ft. Lauderdale, and drive up the coast to Orlando. Arriving in Miami, they did not have a car for me, so I instead booked a flight to Orlando and rented a car once I arrived there. Once I arrived in Orlando, I drove to my hotel, and settled in for the night. I called Jennie Joseph, let her know I was in town, and made an appointment to meet with her the following morning.<br /><br />Today I met with Jennie and spent the morning and afternoon with her. How can I relay the value of such a meeting? She gave me a tour of her birth center and clinic and we went out for a Cuban lunch. The value of the advice she gave me far outweighs the time and expense it took to get here to receive it. I feel so honored to build my life's work upon the foundation that women like Jennnie have built. I now have a perspective of my work that is not predicated upon my own singular successes or failures, but as a smaller part of a much larger work, much like a quilt where each piece contributes to the greatness of the whole. After what I have learned from Dr. Delson and Jennie Joseph, I return home with greater clarity and resolve to do the work that only I can, and must do.<br /><br />I am reminded of the book of Esther. Who knows that I have been placed here for such a time as this? This is my time, I've long known it. I have one more day here before returning home. I've decided to make it a day of silence, prayer, and writing. There is much to be done.LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-74795755086316279442011-05-26T06:39:00.000-07:002011-05-31T19:39:20.759-07:00Reunion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1SbBWwkySZSvVqIu2jNDhAGwPxC92KaynpNbcBR_g8ECRm8ISFZg2jOteUPAMiHJfhsa6pJdTf5iVCXmsGAtZrSIjeT15M7Z11ZPUG8DhIdXxVk5wHeDIdxfBVyQyGXk2dnwEZf2MR4/s1600/015_9A.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1SbBWwkySZSvVqIu2jNDhAGwPxC92KaynpNbcBR_g8ECRm8ISFZg2jOteUPAMiHJfhsa6pJdTf5iVCXmsGAtZrSIjeT15M7Z11ZPUG8DhIdXxVk5wHeDIdxfBVyQyGXk2dnwEZf2MR4/s320/015_9A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613075350492135970" border="0" /></a><br />Yesterday, I sat on my balcony entertaining two guests. Kicki and Mose. Kicki was my interpreter during my first trip to Haiti last March, and Mose was my interpreter during the October trip. I introduce them to one another and watch a bond form. Like most interpreters, they are in their early twenties, and hope for a better future. I smile watching them converse in Kreyol. While Mose lives and works here in Leogone, Kicki has made the trip out from Port au Prince to visit with me. I have seen Kicki on every trip, he has been generous, keeping in touch. I fuss over them both, telling them how handsome and how smart they both are. Kicki smiles shyly and tells me he is too 'flat' (he means he is skinny!). Mose says his English is not good. "No", I say, "it is very good!" (It is far better than my Kreyol.) We visit for a long while, and I hear about their families. Kicki plans to start college soon. He has been waiting and saving for four years to go. I am thrilled for him. He is torn between studying engineering and architecture. Kicki has written a book and shares it with Mose. He has written two volumes of a book on French to English translation. I look it over and it is very well done. He spells out the pronounciation of English words from a French linquistic point of view. I've not seen anything like it. I have had trouble learning Kreyol from a book because looking at how a word is spelled, does not tell me how it sounds. Kicki has already corrected me for pronouncing Kreyol words with a Spanish accent. (Spanish is the language I know best after English, and it does get in the way of both my French and Kreyol. When I think of a word I want to say, I have to sift through it's English and Spanish counterparts first in my brain.) Kicki is very bright and I know he will do wonderful things with his life. He will make a very lovely man, inside and out.<br /><br />The theme of the day must be visiting, because after clinic is completed for the day, I walk down the road and visit at the Heart to Heart clinic. There are six workers at the clinic lodging house, four from the US, one from Dubai, and one from Mexico. I enjoy a nice visit with them. They all plan to go to visit Nicole's orphanage tonight. I cannot go because there is a mother in early labor and I don't wish to miss it.<br /><br />Madam prepared a thick bean soup with beef and plantain (which taken on the texture and taste of potatoes when cooked this way) for dinner. It is delicious. Gigi has dinner with me, and has four servings- in between making faces at me, and shooting me with his finger gun. I feign a hideous death for his amusement. Gigi is such a little ray of sunshine. He plays all day long in between his parents working in the clinic. He can be seen tossing his teddy bear around the courtyard, or riding is toy motorcyle in the waiting room, or landing a toy airplane on the head of the washerwoman as she tends the laundry. The entire compound is his playroom, and all the adults adore him. His parents especially. His mother rarely scolds him, and he brings a ready smile to his father's face everytime he catches a glimpse of him. Wherever I am, I hear his little four year old voice, singing songs, or calling out for his mother. It won't be the same around the clinic when he joins his brother and sister at bording school next term.<br /><br />Last night I had a full night's sleep. The laboring mother came last night into the compound, but she was still laboring this morning- along with two others! I woke with a start, thinking I had missed the birth, but when I came down for breakfast, I found her and two others pacing the clinic floor in their nightgowns. Monseiur tells me it will be a busy day. I am glad, since today is my last full day in the clinic. I leave at 5am tomorrow to catch my plane in Port au Prince. I will spend the weekend in Orlando discussing birth centers. I am wistful today, as it is my son, William's birthday. I know the entire family will go to Mi Ranchito tonight for dinner, our family tradition. I'm sad to miss it because the birthday person has to wear a rather large sombrero while the waiters sing to him/her in Spanish! We all laugh at the afflicted one, take pictures with our phones and post them on facebook. What can I say? Its a tradition. I'm also a little sad because William will be the first of our children to leave Kansas City after leaving home. He plans to move to Denver in a couple of weeks. I'm not sure when I'll next share a birthday with him.<br /><br />As my time here comes to a close, I think of how I have fallen into the flow of life here, and its predictable patterns. The Haitians go to bed early and rise early (as is my custom). I am amazed by the humility and generosity of my hosts. The thick, wet heat has not bothered me much. I enjoy the daily afternoon rain shower, and the siesta it brings in the middle of the day. I have not had a drop of processed food all week. I have lived as a Haitian, without the usual worries of a visiting foreigner. All has been well. Thanks to those who read these posts, and give me an audience for my reflections.LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-85950764207121953202011-05-25T06:29:00.001-07:002011-05-31T19:37:46.721-07:00Making Do<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrdTz8b3fYZhYn0cAb2aMrlc6wgKt2_4myC9ZrbJ7ck0D2o09xAtBYvPJsOcg5p1PxQG1iAOg4LmmhJuF9B-lTLj7fdEpwd_fwD-eem8BjCmilWe3yVrlNn8LrQjs3L8waeQJjMjbHLzg/s1600/029_12A.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrdTz8b3fYZhYn0cAb2aMrlc6wgKt2_4myC9ZrbJ7ck0D2o09xAtBYvPJsOcg5p1PxQG1iAOg4LmmhJuF9B-lTLj7fdEpwd_fwD-eem8BjCmilWe3yVrlNn8LrQjs3L8waeQJjMjbHLzg/s320/029_12A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613074986539039218" border="0" /></a><br />One of the many things I have observed while here in Haiti, is that folks know how to make do. They have come up with all sorts of ingenious ways to get what they need with such limited resources. As I sat on the balcony of my quarters yesterday, I observed a little open air, makeshift babershop in the tent city next door. As the customer sat in a chair, the barber appeared to comb his hair with what looked like a comb, but it must have had blades on it, because as the barber 'combed,' the customer's hair came off in little clumps. I have never seen a haircut of this type without an electric razor. The end result was a nice clean shaven head.<br /><br />Later in the day, Monseiur was almost out of the little squares of paper he used to write his instructions or prescriptions on. I saw him print of sheets of paper with four little squares on each with his name and address centered at the top of each one. I offered to cut each page into four equal sheets for Madam. I looked around for scissors and seeing none, I was about to leave to go to my room and get my pair, but before I could go, Madam grabbed a knife off the shelf and showed me how to fold and then neatly slice through the folded pages to make the little pads of paper.<br /><br />Later, I was washing my hands in a sink and noticed that someone had made a little sink plug from a plastic bottle cap. A small hole had been drilled in the center, a string passed through and knotted and tied to the faucet handle. The little cap fit perfectly into the opening of the sink.<br /><br />I think the Haitians must make, "making do" a daily occupation. They are resourceful in a way I am seldom called upon to be. Monsieur holds constant diligence over the electricity that flows into the compound. Nothing will bring him up the stairs of my quarters faster, than if he notices my lights have gone out. "Did all the lights go out?" "Does the bathroom light still work?" " Does the fan still work?" He asks as he turns all the switches on and off. He stands there for a moment contemplating, then calls his hired man on the phone and talks to him very quickly in Kreyol as he heads down the stairs to tinker with his generator. My room, like all the rooms of the clinic are half government electricity, and half generator electricity. There is a backup generator for the delivery and postpartum rooms. The government electricity and whatever it powers is often out. Monsieur tries to ensure that whatever is essential is on generator power. It appears my fan is on one grid, and my light on another, even though they are a unit (a ceiling fan with a lamp attached). I laugh and tell Monseiur I do not mind if my lights are out, but he clearly does.<br /><br />He devotes time to each day tending to electrical issues throughout the clinic. I see minimal reliance on electricity but he does have an fetal heart monitor for labors and a colposcope and ultrasound for the clinic. His doppler is battery powered. In the clinic is a computer, 2 printer/faxes, a television, a fridge in the family quarters, and a camp stove with 3 burners and assorted small electric kitchen appliances that Madam uses for cooking such as a coffee maker and blender. They appear to try to ease their reliance and something as unreliable as electricity. For a few hours yesterday, both the government power and generator were out and it became very hot in the clinic without the ceiling fans. We were all sweating profusely through our clothing. The back-up generator powered a few lamps to see by. I try to imagine doing my job as a labor and delivery nurse all the time worrying about whether or not I will have electricity. Of course, that is only one of a long list of Monseiur's concerns throughout the day.<br /><br />Yesterday was a half day clinic which occurs every Tues. and Thurs. When clinic was done I walked down the road to visit at the Heart to Heart clinic I volunteered with on my visit last Fall. I ran into my former interpreter, Mose. I asked Mose if there was a restaurant nearby. My former interpreter Kicki is coming up from Port au Prince tomorrow and I want to take him out for a meal. Mose offers to walk me there so I can see it. We walk a surprisingly short distance to an open air restaurant playing loud "Kistian" music as Mose informs me. We are the only ones there. This does not surprise me- it is 'siesta' time (the hottest part of the day) during which everyone retreats. I'm not even sure the Haitians 'do' lunch. At any rate I ask Mose to try out the menu with me so I'll know what to order tomorrow. We order cold sodas and two 'poulet'. The menu is a white board on which is written: poulet (chicken), cabrillet (goat), poisson (fish), etc. Nothing is written as to how they are prepared or what they will be served with, so though I know we will be served chicken, I know nothing else about the dish. About 20 minutes later, the waitress sets down plates with fried chicken (here it is done with out the skin, without any coating, or without any spices), french fries, picklese (a vinegary slaw made with hot peppers that I love), and fried plaintain. It is a small feast! I thank Mose profusely for showing this place to me.<br /><br />Later that evening, I enjoy another lovely meal as Madam has prepared fish I ( I don't know what kind- but its flesh was thick and tender and flaky), cooked in the most delicious broth with tender onions and peppers floating in it. The household cats smell the fish and harrass me all through the meal. This is served alongside rice and beans, and fried plantain with ice cold lemonade. I secretly wish for some picklese to go with the fish, but it is a delicious meal.<br /><br />Just after I retire to my quarters for bed, Monseiur comes up to tell me, that a patient has arrived in labor, but not to worry, she is a primip (first timer) very early in her labor. I was to go on to bed and he will call me when the time is at hand (Monseiur gave me one of his cell phones to keep with me, so that I could reach him immediately in case of an emergency or he could reach me for a labor). So I go off to bed and the phone rings around 1 am. I answer it, but it is too late, the caller has hung up. I think, of course it is Monseiur alerting me to a change in the labor. I rise, dress, and head down to the clinic. I find the patient dilated to six, and Monseiur saying he did not call me at all! It must of been a wrong number. Nonetheless, I am introduced to the patient and without waiting at all, I jump right in and start laboring her on the very first contraction I witness. Monseiur goes back to bed, while Francios and I quickly settle into a labor routine. I get a wet cloth and start fanning her between contractions. During contractions, I apply counter pressure which she quickly insists on for every contraction. Not being able to speak her language, I smile a lot, and encourage her with the little Kreyol I do know. She is in the postpartum bed, since Monseiur expected her to labor most of the night. I want her to get out of bed to try standing for her contractions, but I cannot communicate this concept, and give up after a couple of attempts. When she feels a constraction start, she looks for me and holds out her hand. I come quickly to her and press one palm forcefully into her lower back (only on her left side- she doesn't want it on the right) and with my other hand I gently stoke her leg downward and out. At the same time I breathe slowly and deeply blowing out pursed lips to model how her breathing should be (she doesn't follow!) Instead of my slow deep breathing, she chants the same phrases over and over. I do not know enough Kreyol to know what she is saying, but I know it comforts her. We go on like this for about an hour and a half as her contractions come closer together. Monsieur emerges from his bedroom. He says he heard the change in her voice and he will check her now. She is dialated to eight and we walk her into the delivery room. In another hour, she has delivered a fine boy whom Monsieur strangely dangles upside down by his feet until Madam takes him. He cries robustly in protest the entire time. An episiotomy has been cut, so the repair must be done. After cleaning her, Madam and I stand her up to walk her back into the recovery room where her baby and kinswoman wait. We get about four steps and Francoise faints dead away between the two of us. We help her gently to the floor and call for Monsieur. He comes quickly, she awakens and we put her back on the delivery table. She passes several large clots. More pit is added to the IV bag and oral cytotec is given (though her uterus was always firm) and an internal exam is done. After some rest time, we try again to walk to the recovery room- this time success. I help Madam clean the delivery room. Francois is very sweet and thanks me. I beam at her new baby boy and compliment him profusely. Monsieur walks me up to my quarters because the outdoor light is out and he uses his cell phone for a flashlight. (I think he really wants a chance to flip the light switches in my room off and on again!) I crawl back into bed at 4 am thinking, maybe I can do this nighttime on call thing after all, and I fall asleep immediately.LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-14283589550149624222011-05-23T17:03:00.000-07:002011-05-31T19:38:27.723-07:00Big Pharm or Big Phuck?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjR-Dvnc6gpIIy5t176Ux3D2PnRGu-Cz9Xly34JJ1n9WWU_HlhWAFQq3zrvjUzkEJvGcwPhyayVIi52jDwo10O1R4OhCERdyO2KgQYTKrKn725fxH68yc5Ey1LKx-BnB0CcMy2hfeQiLA/s1600/017_3A.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjR-Dvnc6gpIIy5t176Ux3D2PnRGu-Cz9Xly34JJ1n9WWU_HlhWAFQq3zrvjUzkEJvGcwPhyayVIi52jDwo10O1R4OhCERdyO2KgQYTKrKn725fxH68yc5Ey1LKx-BnB0CcMy2hfeQiLA/s320/017_3A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613075165585098594" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today I spent with Monseiur in his clinic. The patients started early and stopped coming at midday during the heat of the day, then they resumed coming in the late afternoon. We saw two patients today who were coming after self-induced abortions after taking cytotec. Apparently this was not unusual. I asked Monseiur where these women would get cytotec. He said from the pharmacy, they can just walk in and purchase it. I had no idea. I asked him if the women ever had complications from it. He said sometimes he had to do a D&C but not often. I asked them how much they took. The first patient today coming in for this reason had swallowed two pills and placed one in her vagina! (This is a much greater dose than is given for induction or even postpartum hemorrhage, but I don't know the protocols for abortions.) Monsieur did ultrasounds on both women to see if all had been expelled. I asked him later what Haitian women did for birth control, not knowing what answer I would get in such a Catholic country. He said that they preferred birth control pills and depo. We saw several women for prenatal visits and women of all ages for GYN concerns as well. In all Monsieur saw about 35 patients today.<br /><br />After the postabortion patients, the patients I found most interesting were for HPV follow ups. Monseiur explained that he had particpated in a drug study with one of the big pharmaceuticals that involved screening 10,000 Haitian women for HPV. When the results were returned, the drug company asked physicians to biopsy (take a tissue sample) all the women whose tests came back positive. Monseiur refused. He would only biopsy those who showed abnormal cervical tissue on a colposcopic exam at follow up. He was not going to biopsy healthy tissue. This started a day long dialog about the exploitation of third world women by drug companies, NGOs and even charitible and religious organizations. I knew all too well what he meant. Hadn't I myself many times particpated in the ''treat 'em and street 'em" brand of healthcare both at home and abroad? This company was not offering treatment to the women who tested positive, only a testing of their screening product. This whole conversation got my blood boiling- again. Monsieur told me at length how again and again he had entered into agreements with individuals and organizations that promised this or that but in time, they all leave. Here he remains, carrying on the work that must be done.<br /><br />My time here becomes clearer as the days pass. Monseiur exemplifies that model of care that I want to emulate: long term solutions rather than half-assed quick fixes. Later that afternoon, during the break in the heat of the day, I walked down the dirt road to the Heart to Heart Clinic. This is where I had worked when I was here last October. In the courtyard under a shade tree, I immediately saw Wilifred, and Mose. I hugged them heartily. I didn't know it would feel so good seeing my interpreters again looking sturdy and handsome. They smiled and hugged me back. Then I went inside the house to say hello. I recognized the cook and greeted her, and then greeted the two individuals at the table. One was a Haitian whose job was to look after the house, the other was Nicole. We had not previously met. I introduced myself, and we each shared what we were doing in Haiti. She and a friend had actually rented a house for a year here in Leogone with the intention to start a charity/NGO to serve the HIV population. I shared my plans with her for my urban birth center. We walked a bit, and I introduced her to Dr. Delson. He made it plain he had no interest in her ideas. I, however, hope she gets to do all that she intends and more.<br /><br />Dinner last night was a savory blend of rice and beans, green beans, and stewed conch and onions. I had not had this kind of seafood before but it reminded me of squid in its appearance, but was softer in texture. I enjoyed it very much. After dinner the clouds moved in. I was breathing a prayer of gratitude for the rain after a hot dusty day, when I remembered the poor souls in the tents across the roadway. I peeked out my door across at them, but I could see nothing- pitch black- there was no electricity tonight. We had some because of the back up generator, but elsewhere in the neighborhood, there was pitch blackness all around. I tried to imagine what it must be like in one of those tents, with the heavy rains coming down and sitting in the dark. I thought better of giving thanks for the rain, when I was warm and dry and had light to read by.<br /><br />I stayed up reading for several hours until I heard Monsieur coming up the stairs calling my name. "Oui? Monsieur" I called out, wondering if he was coming to tell me the state electricity was back on. I had been sitting in the bathroom reading in poor light because my bedroom light and fan had no electrical current at all. Better, a woman had arrived in labor! She was dilated to six with baby number three. When I freshened up and arrived in the clinic (thank goodness I had not changed out of my clothes for the day yet), she was already on the delivery table with her legs in stirrups. I was surprised to see he had her laboring in that position. Her broke her water soon after I arrived, it was nice and clear. He ran back and forth, between the mother and his generator (he had workmen working on trying to get more electrical coverage- the delivery room had lights, but he was trying to get the fan going as well) I was able to give comfort care such as it was. I put a pillow under her head, a cool cloth on her forehead, and fanned her with a packet of sterile gloves. I soothed her with my minimal command of Kreyol. Her husband and two kinswomen waiting out in the waiting area, but every now and then, her nervous husband would stick his head in the door to see if she was alright. His anxious face made me smile, surely nervous husbands the world over have the exact same look. I smiled at him as I held his wife's hand to give him some reassurance. I wanted badly to wave him in let him hold her hand instead, but I have not seen this be the custom in Haiti, and I was determined to just observe (though by getting up and helping the mother I had already broken that deal with myself) and see how Monsieur does things without intervening. While I might later suggest this or that (if it is appropriate), for the first delivery I thought it best just to see what actually occurs in the course of a delivery here. The woman actually labored fine before her water was broke, but the contractions became noticably more intense afterward. With each contraction she would grab me around my waist and look into my eyes. I wished I spoke her language so I could comfort her better, instead I just returned her gaze and slowly shook my head yes, as if to say, "All is as it should be, all is well." As Monseiur predicted, she did not labor long. Within the hour after I arrived and her water was broken, she pushed out a fat juicy baby girl with a fat robust cord, wrapped loosely around her neck and a compound presentation as her head emerged along with one arm. I was surprised to see Monsieur dangle the infant by its feet, yet he was gentle and I saw fluids flow from her mouth. He never suctioned her, she never cried. She only looked around wide eyed and alert. Madam appeared to claim the baby. She never bathed her, but wiped her down, weighed her and dressed her in the diaper and clothing the family had brought for her. She was still covered in vernix, but all the blood and fluids had been wiped off. Madam then took the baby into the recovering room where the Father and two women waited. Monsieur had to do stitches and I assisted and observed. There was really not much for me to do since Monsieur was not used to working with a nurse assisting (even though Madam is a nurse- she did not help at all with the delivery and only appeared to care for the baby) so he pretty much did all the tasks I would have done. However, he did explain what he was doing to me. Then Madam came back and cleaned the mother up and we helped her walk into the next room where her baby and family were waiting. It was as calm and as simple a delivery I had seen in a medicalized setting. Madam and Monsieur hardly spoke, except to give a few directives. (Monsieur was actually much more animated about the generator situation.) I helped Madam clean up after the delivery. There was a lot of amniotic fluid, most of which came as baby was pushed out. The mother had recieved 10 units of pit in a IV Monsieur had started when she arrived. After she was in bed, he also gave her a cytotec pill to swallow with water. I asked Monsieur how long they would stay. He said about six hours, that they would leave in the morning. Sure enough, when I came down to breakfast, they were gone.LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-20841813952682251742011-05-23T05:57:00.000-07:002011-05-31T19:34:53.003-07:00Chicken Culture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT43WDI7G0FEPjsicn4Gmv9lryof2DO1T15zvIwsfwdPaZus6TKz1sHAuEAB6OyxdES6XsrA0IRUQ5WxTLKeqFJ5LpC51ItkUV08nIAukEv4jlpetUY7d3xNkRmXS7gw4GbCDD8ZJPW3c/s1600/003_23A.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT43WDI7G0FEPjsicn4Gmv9lryof2DO1T15zvIwsfwdPaZus6TKz1sHAuEAB6OyxdES6XsrA0IRUQ5WxTLKeqFJ5LpC51ItkUV08nIAukEv4jlpetUY7d3xNkRmXS7gw4GbCDD8ZJPW3c/s320/003_23A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613074232595974306" border="0" /></a><br />Last night after the Merisiers returned, minus two children, we had a fine dinner of okra and beef neckbone stew (I had never eaten okra before and in truth may never do so again, but it was quite delicious), and rice cooked with tiny beans (the size of cooked millet or bulgar wheat) that I had never seen before, but it too was delicious. More frozen papaya juice rounded out the meal.<br /><br />After my trip back from Port au Prince, I have decided to alter my appearance. I noted on previous trips here that I could pass for a Haitian except for one thing: my hair. After studying intently, I have noticed no Haitian women wear their hair as I wear mine, in a short Afro. They have processed hair, or if it is natural, it is in braids or cornrows. I also brought along a head wrap, but I noticed that the Haitian women don't wear updo headwraps as African women might, but lowlying wraps that hang low instead of pile high. I also noticed that my Afro was not faring well in the dust. Typically I can wash my hair once or twice a week and it maintains its smooth shininess and shape. Here after one day it was dull, misshappen and wild. I decided I will be Haitian, and wear braids. I had to borrow a comb from Madam, wash my hair about three times to get it clean, than comb it out and braid it. I'm afraid I am no longer very good at braiding since I have long since stopped braiding my girls' hair. I look rather like one of Monsier's chickens, but I also look more Haitian.<br /><br />Unlike the sleep of the dead I experienced last night, due to my extreme fatigue, this night was fitful. The mosquitoes nearly devored me. I wonder if last night, I was too tired to feel them biting me. The first night I also closed my front door, last night I kept it open to give me more of a breeze- it only gave me more mosquitoes. I also discovered a trail of ants- making their way over to and into my bag of trail mix. I poured it all out on the bed and shook loose the ants, and rebagged it. I have no intention of going all week without a protein snack. The other disturbance to my sleep was the music. It just so happens their is a discoteque directly across the road from my quarters. The Paradise to be exact. It is really just a walled in compound with concrete slabs for floors and thatched rooves overhead (same construction as the local churches) I'm sure the music and revelers were just as loud the night before last, but I did not hear them. Tonight, I was treated to an eclectic variety of Reggae, American and Haitian hiphop, sad French love songs, and Justin Bieber (?). The music was very loud, but that didn't bother nearly as much as the drunken revelers who became more verbose as the evening wore on. Their numbers had grown so great, they spilled out of the Paradise and into the street directly under my windows. Finally it all stopped, and the night sounds of Haiti took over. While human voices and noises rule the day, animal ones rule the night. Monseiur's seemingly nocturnal roosters, begin their calls around 3am- just shortly after Paradise shut down for the night. How did I not hear any of this the night before? Add to the roosters; dogs barking, and cows lowing and you get a more complete picture of my constant auditory assault. Even so, I did manage to get some sleep, but I woke several times to commit mosquito massacre and spray repellant on my beseiged ankles and legs. I dreamed of malaria all night. On a good note, once morning broke, I sat out on my little balcony to listen to the call to prayer coming from the Sri Lankan camp down the road. It was the sweetest sound of the assault of sounds I had heard all night, and made me once again grateful for the gift of sound.<br /><br />Before breakfast, I went with Monsieur to feed the chickens. As he fed them, he gave me a primer on chicken culture. He alerted me to the sounds a chicken makes when it has laid its eggs. (He then went through the thicket in search of the eggs). When I saw a loose chicken seem as though it might get into a cage with the hen and chicks, I alerted Monseiur. He simply shrugged his shoulders and said, "He won't go in, if he does she will kill him." He pointed out two young roosters sparing with one another, stretching their necks and spacing out their feathers until the look like ostriches. They never fight, only posture and threaten. At this point, I feel that I have learned more about chickens than I have about women, birth, and babies. Yet the lesson is not lost on me.<br /><br />We show even less sense than Monseiur's chickens. The chickens know that a hen and her chicks must be left undisturbed. But we bombard our new mothers with unreasonable expectations, from knowing 'instinctively' how to care for her infant, to getting her figure back quickly, to returning to work in six weeks ready or not. We allow visitors to converge on an exhausted mother and expect her to entertain them in her dimished state. We tell her that breastfeeding will come 'naturally' and leave her to find her sorority of mothers as best she can. Professionals offer opposing advise to that received from mothers, grandmothers, and aunts, leaving the new mother bewildered and unsure of whom to believe. Other cultures are far more protective of new mothers than we are. Even chickens understand the importance of this.LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-75836209031909515792011-05-22T15:15:00.000-07:002011-05-31T19:33:48.038-07:00Becoming Haitian<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixnUfLiMb0bPxxdJB8la7b8_wQmjK4p_Wi7AYzatxSu33447P0Xn10uKgyDD7gHVmlmGBRZ_mrcM7_w596DSOS7BK5qkt5Odx05rKK77XbPShcWeR3hWQXPdZJy132FhnAhWmUuIeYOWc/s1600/005_21A.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixnUfLiMb0bPxxdJB8la7b8_wQmjK4p_Wi7AYzatxSu33447P0Xn10uKgyDD7gHVmlmGBRZ_mrcM7_w596DSOS7BK5qkt5Odx05rKK77XbPShcWeR3hWQXPdZJy132FhnAhWmUuIeYOWc/s320/005_21A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613073937343905058" border="0" /></a><br />After many mishaps (including a cancelled flight and a 12 hour wait for the next one) I finally arrived in my beloved Ayiti. When I arrived at the airport tired, from a night without sleep (from sitting up in an airport) and being crushed in a small airplane seat for hours, I felt so good to finally touch down. There were my mountains (ever constant!) waiting for me. Dr. Delson and his driver, Francios arrived shortly after I emerged from Toussant L'Ouveture airport into the hot, crowded outdoor waiting area. The hour and a half drive back to Leogone seemed shorter, since I slept through most of it. I thought I might have my old room back again, but Dr. Delson ushered me to my new quarters, a small second floor apartment that was being built the last time I was here. I entered my small neat quarters with an attached bath and saw how hard the Merisiers had worked to secure my comforts. Dr. Delson pointed to a self standing air conditioning unit in the corner of the room. "It doesn't work" he apologized, "not enough electricity to run it." He had purchased two of them and installed the second in his and Mrs. Merisier's bedroom, but without electricity enough to run either. In truth, I was glad. Though the heat was oppressive to some visitors, I handled it well enough. After all, the hot wet heavy air is reminiscent of my midwest home. "Dr. Delson", I assured him, "When I am in Haiti, I will be Haitian."<br /><br />Upon my arrival, I greeted Madam Merisier and the three children and gave them all gifts. Madam recieved sturdy cooking utensils, the oldest boy of eight I gave a toy airplane, Delshawna, the six year old girl got a purse with a stuffed cat in it, and to four year old Junior, whom everyone affectionately called, Gigi, I presented a pack of tonka trucks. I also handed Monsieur the money for my room and board for the week, which he promptly handed (without counting) to Madam.<br /><br />On the ride back from the airport, Francios produced a bag of sandwiches. I was hungry, but disappointed to see the bag held a hamburger and fries (the Haitian version of which is far from palatable). I was hoping for some Haitian delicacy. I munched a couple of fries to be polite, and downed a bottle of water instead.<br /><br />However, after arriving at the clinic (serving as the family temporary home as well), I showered, changed and came down to dinner to a real Haitian meal. Madam Merisier did not dissapoint. She served rice over which was generously poured a rich, succulent bean gravy. This was served alongside a hearty stew of carrots, greens and beef. I can taste it, even as I write. This was the stuff for feeding a weary sojourner. Alongside was served a cherry drink, made from the Merisier's own cherry tree, that was thick and delicious and had the consistancy of a slushy. This theme of consuming what they themselves had grown, or raised and slaughtered was to continue.<br /><br />After dinner, Monsieur (Dr. Delson) asked if I would like to accompany him on his favorite end of the day activity. The children followed along as we walked a short way up the road to the plot of land where is house once stood. He unlocked and pushed open the gate, and an entire HERD (yes I know chickens come in flocks, but they came at us like a herd!) of chickens came clammoring towards us. Monsier laughed and said, "They know it is time to eat." There must have been about 50 chickens in the yard. A small white chicken even jumped into his arms, not waiting for him to lower the bowl of feed to the ground. Monsier smiled again, "She always does that." I watched as he went patiently about, feeding his chickens and telling me how he had figured out to breed chickens so successfully. He kept the hens with chicks caged at all times, because he found left loose at night, they were killed by 'rats, snakes, and mongooses'. He also discovered that given them medication at certain times of the year kept them from succombing to infectious disease. At night, all the chickens retreated to their pens to be locked in for the night, and the four dogs living on the property, were let loose (as they were penned by day), to discourage theives or mongooses who might try to get at the chickens. There was also a tom and hen turkey among the chickens. Monsier, had hoped for some baby turkeys, but the latest nest had, 'gone bad'. The hen turkey was kept penned so that she would not return to sit on the doomed nest. Monsier grabbed the tom turkey and put him in the pen with the hen, saying, "Now, go to her" betraying some wish that soon there might be a new nest.<br /><br />Afterwards, we walked to the back of the property to feed the goats. I did not know the property went back so far (the foliage is so heavy) but as we walked, we passed not only the eery tangled metal remains of the Merisier house, but two other houses as well! "Monsier," I asked, whose houses are these?" They belonged to his brother and sister, 'for retirement' as they both live in the United States. I marvelled once again at how much he had lost and yet he remained resolutely upbeat. I was learning more about Dr. Delson in one day on this trip, than I had known the entire week previously.<br /><br />I began to ask him about his practice. He said he was the only OB in Leogone, but that he had lost much business since the earthquake when the NGOs and missionary clinics came and served the women for free. He said this matter of factly without malice about the loss of income. He said that before the earthquake, he had a pediatrician partner (the clinic was two floors then) and they had planned to practice full service maternity and pediatrics together. After the earthquake he not only lost his newly built two story home (completely built but not yet painted), but his partner went in search of other opportunities elswhere. He told me Leogone has always been his home and that the need is great, and that someone must stay to serve. When I expressed astonishment at all he had lost, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I am glad to have my life, that and my family's."<br /><br />After feeding the goats, he showed me the fruit trees on his property, mango and papaya mostly. Then he asked me, "Have you ever heard of breadfruit?" "Yes, I've heard of it, but I've never eaten it." "This is it." He held out a strange roundish spikey green thing, presently pulling it open with his fingers to reveal its pulpy flesh. I picked some up and almost put it to my mouth but the youngest child laughed at me. "Here is the part you eat," Monsier quickly showed me as he held out a round hard pingpong sized seed pulled deep from within the flesh. "Oh, you eat the seeds?" I asked. "When they have been boiled." Then he pulled several breadfruit from the tree and we all retrieved the 10-12 seeds from each one. "These are small ones," he said, "the larger ones can have up to 50 seeds in them." When we had walked back to the clinic, he gave the bowl of breadfruit to his wife to cook. "You will have them for breakfast," he said to me, "then you will be just like a Haitian."<br /><br />He told me at one point (while I was devouring his wife's cooking), "We are family now" and I believe that we are. At one point he mentioned that he had never done an abortion even though he had been asked to many times. "Why is that?" I asked, thinking it had something to do with the Catholicism of the island. "I just cannot do it," he finally said after trying to explain. I understood, I could not with my own hands either. The conversation turned to brighter things as he told me about how he had lowered the rate of preeclampsia in his community and helped to stem the flow of maternal deaths. "Dr. Delson," I said, "I shall make a study of you." "I want to write about what you do here, and publish it in a medical/nursing journal if I can. "<br /><br />This morning, I enjoyed a breakfast of fresh bananas, and mangos, papaya juice (again frozen and slushy and delicious, and made from their own papayas), breadfruit and Haitian coffee. Now when I saw the coffee, I did not want to have any because I am not a coffee drinker. Besides, it looked blacker than American coffee which I took to mean it was even more bitter in flavor. I poured a cup to be polite, and much to my delight, the stuff was delicious! Sweet, smooth and more flavorful than I can tell. I drank two cups! The breadfruit, alas, did not fare as well. They had been boiled and peeled, and did indeed did have a flavor reminiscent of bread. The texture was soft and fleshy, but the flavor somewhat stringent and unappealing. I ate several, again to be polite, and chewed them alongside the banana to mask the flavor.<br /><br />Francois took me back to the airport to retrieve my missing luggage (Monsier's luggage to be precise, it was his medical supplies). That done, I returned to my upper room retreat to nap away the hottest part of the day. The Mercier's had gone for the day to a party in Port au Prince and to return their two older children to boarding school for the week. I look forward to what the rest of the week holds. Monsier said he has four women due anytime, so perhaps that fates shall shine upon me.LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-26932690552910524592011-05-03T05:29:00.000-07:002011-05-05T04:27:41.580-07:00Sex Slave<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5jcmcpnoB0JBgsIFYDTTD-BO7zNBfWFQELY3BnMhRu6Qh-vEj_lz2SVcfmdvVHCmRtvVytspJSk6kbwVm8Ote3ocvr37LTjlvdVcboTJZQPMQ90Oa_FrSQXyaU882JNO1Kn0NIK5Yu8/s1600/Stop-Human-Trafficking.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602475342471916098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5jcmcpnoB0JBgsIFYDTTD-BO7zNBfWFQELY3BnMhRu6Qh-vEj_lz2SVcfmdvVHCmRtvVytspJSk6kbwVm8Ote3ocvr37LTjlvdVcboTJZQPMQ90Oa_FrSQXyaU882JNO1Kn0NIK5Yu8/s320/Stop-Human-Trafficking.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Yesterday, I was following a lactation consultant as a part of my studies. She was doing her usual round of seeing new mothers and helping them get their babies on the breast, when we received a page to go to the pediatric clinic. This was not too unusual. She often received pages from the pediatricians in the clinic when they had new moms back for baby weights or infant exams and there were breastfeeding issues. So we finished up with the patient we were seeing on the unit, and headed down to the clinic.<br /><br />When we arrived, I immediately recognized the patient as someone I saw last week, when she was still an inpatient. I remembered her well because she had had a fourth degree tear and could not sit without discomfort. This time the father of her baby was with her, and I immediately began to get 'a dark and sinister vibe'. The young mother, in her early 20s was obviously from some eastern European country from her accent, and the 'father' was in his late 40s, early 50s, American, and from a part of town known mainly for its gross of per capita meth labs. If the whole look of it didn't freak me out enough, the young girl was visibly shaking the entire time we were in the room. I've seen lots of nervous new moms, but her hands were visibly shaking with fear as the lactation consultant helped her nurse her baby.<br /><br />Horrible, terrible thoughts went through my mind. Thoughts like, "Where is this girl from and why is she with this old man?" "Is she with him willingly?" "Has she been forced?"<br />But it got worse.<br /><br />After the visit, the lactation consultant responded to my many questions. The girl appeared to be a 'Russian mail order bride" except there were no wedding rings (I looked) and I didn't believe she was from Russia (Belarus or Romania perhaps). The couple had an open social service case due to 'perineal bruising' discovered during prenatal care. Nursing staff had charted her unusual appearance when she came for care: pigtails with cropped tops and short shorts in advanced pregancy. All this information made me sick to my stomach. I wish I hadn't asked.<br /><br />The lactation consultant thought the girl was to be discharged to a women's shelter when she left the hospital and was surprised to see her going home with the father of the baby. She made another follow up appointment to 'keep an eye on her' though the breastfeeding was improving. I'm still shaken by this encounter. Horrible thoughts about this girl invade my mind. I know help has been offered, but she has yet to take it. The pediatric visits will soon end, and so too may the social service case. If help doesn't come to this girl and her baby soon, it may not come.<br /><br />I know a little about human trafficking because my son did a summer intership with an organizations that works to eradicate it. I also know that I live in a medium sized city with a very diverse population and that its location is a crossroads for the entire country. I know that drugs move through my city at an alarming rate, and that there are people here who are poor and desperate. What I didn't know was that during the course of a regular work day, I would cross paths with a woman who was very likely a victim of human trafficking in the sex trade- and that I would feel so helpless as to what to do about it.<br /><br />For more information on this topic, go to : humantrafficking.org</div>LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-72172716018900701192011-04-24T06:29:00.000-07:002011-04-24T07:13:09.819-07:00Mwen renmen an Ayiti<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVb-78Bbk8XnqG5b6-jc9Nw0-SjNBtRK44KawGiMXJllA0Pvj2AA0UCYmJ_JNotiTRgtgSfzuKMg3UF9qdBQhu9GWL16d1eRVzJ53CmJ7wTUz6Y-KiNMSFdu9PPjDLd9U3a2VoIPzfezQ/s1600/idalbert.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVb-78Bbk8XnqG5b6-jc9Nw0-SjNBtRK44KawGiMXJllA0Pvj2AA0UCYmJ_JNotiTRgtgSfzuKMg3UF9qdBQhu9GWL16d1eRVzJ53CmJ7wTUz6Y-KiNMSFdu9PPjDLd9U3a2VoIPzfezQ/s320/idalbert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599145013259812274" border="0" /></a>I am very involved in my preparations for my return to Haiti next month. Last night I attended a fundraiser for<a href="http://gloryhousekc.org/"> Glory House Services</a>, a local organization of Haitians helping Hatians as they resettle here in the Kansas City area. It is headed by Idalbert Joseph (pictured), a boundless bundle of energy and enthusiasm topped by an infectious smile. Mr. Joseph teaches English to his Haitian expatriots, and Haitian Creole to Americans. He has been a true ambassador for his homeland here in our area. Last night's fundraiser was to raise money for school teachers salaries for a school that Glory House supports. The primary schools in Haiti are almost all private and parents must pay to send their children to school. The school that Glory House supports is free of cost to parents except for uniforms and books. I met Mr. Joseph when preparing for my trip to Haiti last Fall. His group was so supportive of my efforts to build a local bridge between Kansas City and Haiti. For this upcoming trip, Idalbert has made himself my private tutor for learning Creole (Kreyol). He tells me I will be conversational in two or three lessons, and that Creole is very easy to learn. I remain skeptical, but I do have my high school French to help me out. Like every other Haitian I have become personally acquainted with, Idalbert thanks me frequently for my service to Haiti, and he tells me often that 'mwne renmen an Ayiti' (I love Haiti).<br /><br />It is true, I do love Haiti, and I yearn to reach her shores again. I wish to see Dr. Delson and follow him on his rounds, taste his wife's excellent cooking, bring gifts to his children, and even see how the family of new kittens is faring. Just across the road from the maternity clinic is a small tent city named 'New Jerusalem' (according to the hand painted sign someone hung up). The children would run out when they saw us relief workers and follow us asking for something to eat. I'll be sure and bring enough granola bars and candies to last for the week, so that everytime they see me, I'll never be empty-handed. I hope to visit the Medicine Sans Frontiers (Doctors without Borders, France) Hospital just down the road, and Dr. Delson will take me to the small private Catholic hospital where he transfers patients run by European nuns. I hope to see Mose, and Innocent, our interpreters from before. My beloved George (our main interpreter) is here in the US (New Jersey) in college studying law. I will miss seeing him. He was the second Haitian, after Dr. Delson, who invited us into his home. George was so eager to show us the real Haiti, and not just what we saw in clinics and through our host organizations. I will also see my interpreter from my first trip to Haiti, Kickolito. He will meet me at the airport and I will bring him a gift of some sort. I would love to bring Kicko here to go to school. It is a private dream of mine. He wants to be an engineer. The Haitians are such a lovely people. I'm glad I will be making a trip to be with Haitian people and not through a mission organization this time. This will be Sr. Morningstar's (my spiritual mentor) ideal. When she goes to serve a people, she is determined to live as they do, eat what they eat, wear what they wear, and be as they are. This time I will have the opportunity to do the same.<br /><br />Here is a list of items Dr. Delson has asked me to bring (and I added a few items). Please let me know if you have these items to donate or if you have leads where I can acquire them. Your assistance is much appreciated.<br /><br />OXYTOCIN<br />SUTURES (CHROMIC 2-0)<br />SYRINGUE 3 OR 5CC<br />IV FLUID like RINGER LACTATE, D/W 5 %<br />Sterile Gloves (8)<br />Chux pads<br />maternity pads<br />baby blankets<br />diapersLaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-15977119892563967112011-04-23T04:39:00.000-07:002011-04-23T07:41:48.457-07:00Dead Babies in the Heartland<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWR2PlUhB0zXqIeahaR_aJr52UXWos6H7RGC32mgxYB-qjPjgGKTbWdMfztC0XBFLbhW4BbTGB6IubxRDJX52s1J_eUZ0fq7yX3eCAR_d9Kf5gcZTMpJ0bMLdEafDMVoz2T30mA0yoBQ/s1600/tonya+lee.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598789139706203874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWR2PlUhB0zXqIeahaR_aJr52UXWos6H7RGC32mgxYB-qjPjgGKTbWdMfztC0XBFLbhW4BbTGB6IubxRDJX52s1J_eUZ0fq7yX3eCAR_d9Kf5gcZTMpJ0bMLdEafDMVoz2T30mA0yoBQ/s320/tonya+lee.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>In the past month, since I've last posted, I've attended a breastfeeding conference taught by Dawn Kersula, and an ICAN conference, featuring Poppy Daniels, <a href="http://wisdomfrommidwives.com/">Geradine Simkins</a>, Pam England, and Henci Goer, among others. I have presented in Wichita at the Kansas Govenor's Public Health Conference on the subject of Lactation in the African-American Community and at the Doulas of Kansas City meeting on the topic of Birth Practices Among African-American Mothers. In the past month I have sat on several committe and board meetings discussing materal infant health, including the Kansas City Health Commission, the Women's, Infant's and Children's Health Committee, Kansas City Midwives meeting, Missouri Midwives Association Meeting, the Kansas Breastfeeding Committee, the Fetal Infant Mortality Review Board, and most recently, the Mother and Child Health Coalition, which yesterday, brought <a href="http://minorityhealth.hhs.gov/templates/content.aspx?lvl=2&lvlID=117&ID=8178">Tonya Lee Lewis </a>(wife of Spike Lee, seen in photo) to town to talk about infant mortality in the African-American community. All this talk of Black folks, babies, breastfeeding, birth, and death has got me thinking...<br /><br />The problems that plague my community are so endemic, so deeply entrenched, that I've lost faith in the current system of health/maternity care to fix them. Not many seem to be terribly bothered that the infant mortality rate of the African-American community is twice to three times of that of Caucasian Americans (something I discovered three years ago while researching my master's research project). There are those who see the problem, but feel powerless to know what to do about it. I sit on the local FIMR board with the obstetricians who run the county hospital that sees the bulk of city women on Medicaid, and while they are knowledgeable and wise, they are also weary worn from years in the trenches and too busy on the front lines of care to innovate (or better yet, prevent) problems from occurring. When I worked as a labor and delivery nurse in this same facility several years ago, even I became numb to the number of dead babies I saw on a routine basis.<br /><br />Infant mortality is the number of infant deaths per 1,000 live births prior to the first birthday. The major causes according to the <a href="http://cdc.gov/">Center for Disease Control </a>are congenital malformations, prematurity and low birth weight, SIDS, and complications of pregnancy. <a href="http://marchofdimes.com/">March of Dimes </a>has gotten involved on two of these: prematurity and low birth weight, because these are so often preventable and iatrogenic in nature (meaning hospital or provider caused). Inductions and non-medical cesareans are frequent causes of prematurity and low birth weight. These NICU-bound babies don't have to be. Healthcare providers and maternity care advocates need to take a much stronger stance against inductions and non-medical cesareans. Breastfeeding is also tied to mortality, when NICU babies, already compromised, don't get the immunological protection of their mother's milk. The CDC listed several NICU complications that lead to mortality (sepsis, necrotizing enterocolitis, respiratory distress syndrome) which might be positively impacted by the introduction of mother's milk. African-American babies die at greater rates because Black women are the least likely to breastfeed and the most likely to have the risky interventions (inductions and cesareans) that lead to infant morbidity and demise. Black women suffer more pregnancy complications, are more likely to have poorer health in general as well as preexisting conditions that complicate pregnancy. Black infants are more likely to die of SIDS.<br /><br />Kansas fares even worse, boasting the highest infant mortality rate for Black infants in the nation. While the national average hovers between 6-7 deaths per 1,000 births (for all babies) and about 12 deaths per 1,000 for African-American babies, in Kansas the figure is around 7-8 for the state and a little over 19 (!) for African-American infants. Why is Kansas (my current state of residence) so bad? No one seems to know. However I happen to know that in Wyandotte County, the poorest county in this southeast part of Kansas, hospitals have closed and access to prenatal care is limited to one or two hospitals and no community clinics offer prenatal care. Public transportation is an issue in this county and the economic forcast is bleak at best. So the zip codes with the fewest resources have the poorest outcomes. I'm sure this scenario is repeated throughout the urban and rural counties across the state. Infant mortality in Kansas is so bad, that two years ago, the govenor convened the <a href="http://kansasinfantmortality.org/">Blue Ribbon Panel on Infant Mortality</a>. This group has lit a fire under this issue, and has recently published a list of recommendations. These recommendations led to the formation of the Kansas Prematurity Panel, which I look forward to being a part of in the near future.<br /><br />One of my nursing students asked me yesterday, how many committees, boards, and organizations I actually belong to. I told her I've never done an exact count, but there are a lot. I attend these meetings to learn, to discover answers, to find allies, to engage my community. Even though there are many professional organizations to which I claim membership, there is one more that I look forward to joining. I believe these folks understand the nature of the problem in much the same way I do. <a href="http://ictcmidwives.com/">The International Center for Traditional Childbearing</a> is devoted to a cultural approach to increasing lactation, and decreasing infant mortality. A local Missouri chapter is starting up later this month. Finally, a community-centric approach to the problem. I'm not belittling the wonderful efforts of so many outside of my community- thank God they have taken notice of the problem and have enough concern to act. I'm putting the heat onto myself and other African-American professionals and maternity care advocates to look for home grown solutions within our own communities. Almost daily I write out my ideas and vision for what good maternal infant health looks like in my community. Last night Idreamed about preconception care and how to create a model that was culture-specific. I'm still trying to find my place in all this. My journey toward midwifery is still in its infancy. There is so much work to be done.<br /><br />This is a clarion call to all others who would join me, but especially to those of my own community who want to become part of a solution. We need radically new ideas, radical new models of care that are woman-centered and culture specific. To this end, a travel phase of my journey will begin. Next month, I'll return to Haiti to spend time with an obstetrician in private practice. Dr. Delson Merisier is making an earnest attempt to deliver quality maternity care in the face of terrible medical deprivation. I met him on my last trip to Haiti last Fall, and was impressed by his tireless efforts to care for the women in his community. I will be living with him and his wife and three children in his maternity clinic (their home was destroyed in the earthquake) for a week. On the return trip, I will stop in Florida to visit<a href="http://jenniejoseph.com/"> Jennie Joseph</a>. She is the British midwife who pioneered the JJ Way prenatal care model to improve prematurity and low birth rates (the two leading causes of infant mortality). I am looking for other culturally specific pioneering models to learn from. I intend to take what I learn and put the best parts of it to work to improve maternal infant health in my own community. </div>LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-20032687246618152682011-03-15T20:38:00.000-07:002011-03-16T21:06:11.190-07:00CIMS- Day Two<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLrRH_Z3lkJgas3jGrCUXGZnPC7srB2ocfYCyM_vkSsAsju6MU_kujvklliqSCG3npyJMh7W_1ZQIJuaOEi3Q6o2q48Clh4jHib97yxZoUZTqKkrek65n5ThNCnS4xW5FXH6sc_WSLh8/s1600/185742_10150125193257460_283675602459_6432370_2072408_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584518564148559538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLrRH_Z3lkJgas3jGrCUXGZnPC7srB2ocfYCyM_vkSsAsju6MU_kujvklliqSCG3npyJMh7W_1ZQIJuaOEi3Q6o2q48Clh4jHib97yxZoUZTqKkrek65n5ThNCnS4xW5FXH6sc_WSLh8/s320/185742_10150125193257460_283675602459_6432370_2072408_n.jpg" /></a> Day two of CIMS started with a session titled, "Building a Woman and Family Centered Medical Home" I was enthralled by this presentation given by Warren Newton MD and Adam Zolotor MD, two family physicians offering evidence-based, humanized care with a practice model that most midwives would find enviable. They described a practice that included a midwife/lactation consultant, a second nurse practitioner, a social worker and a centering prenatal model. They provided ample proof of why we need more primary care physicians and fewer specialists.<br /><br />Michele Laura MD, presented on the consequences of Near Term Birth. I can't get enough of this topic. It is so critical to get the word out that near term is not term. These babies look fine but they aren't fine. Healthcare consumers need to know the true risks of medically induced preterm delivery. The talk was followed by the viewing of a video created to warn moms of the risks of preterm delivery. I thought great, here is a teaching tool I can use. The video was well made but left me with an uneasy feeling. It featured two moms who went into preterm labor through no fault of their own, who ended up with babies in the NICU. This is not quite the same as moms electing induction without a medical reason. It felt a little preachy to hear on OB telling women to stay pregnant for at least 39 week (why not 40?) especially since physicians started this whole thing by selling women on inductions and making them think there were little to no risks involved. You can view it and judge for yourself: <a href="http://www.nnepqin.org/">www.NNEPQIN.org</a> Even with my reservations, this might be an adequate tool for those trying to stem the tide of social inductions. We have to start somewhere.<br /><br />The next session was one I had been waiting for: Michigan Health and Hospital Association's Keystone OB by Morgan Martin, and Tami Michele, DO. The Keystone project is an obstetrics collaborative piloted in 16 hospitals in Michigan intiated by physicians to prevent preterm birth, lower c/s rates, introduce low dose pit, and other measures of decreased perinatal morbidity. I love physician driven models as they appear to be the ones that work. Since this model of practice change is initiated by physician champions and backed by administrative policy changes, it presents some real hope to the problem of harmful obstetrical practices. Tami Michele is a midwife in physician's clothing and a hero to our cause. She used to practice here in my city but relocated to her home state: our loss is Michigan's gain...<br /><a href="http://www.mhakeystonecenter.org/">www.mhakeystonecenter.org</a><br /><br />I was excited to hear Robbie Davis Floyd's presentation on MotherBaby Childbirth Initiative (IMBCI) in which she described her upcoming demonstration projects in Quebec, Brazil, Austia, and Mozambique to introduce mother-friendly concepts into current practice. Robbie never disappoints. <a href="http://www.imbci.org/">www.imbci.org</a><br /><br />Representations of breastfeeding was an interesting presentation featured three mini presentations on how long term breastfeeding and breastfeeding of older children has been featured in the media, the public perception of lactation consultants, and replacing negative frameworks with positive ones. All very interesting stuff and good food for thought.LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630113476512567339.post-85138337493485186752011-03-12T03:48:00.000-08:002011-03-15T20:36:02.189-07:00CIMS- Day One<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXhZsJLi_NFwJTv0wIP1ngK3MdDMTxI4wD1jh2_1YjWpMWz0Na9uSIFdP86swLCiGSlCC0l-d52C7zu9jRY0vZc8jFf2ajQ1raOW_m3qtZgInHh2pV7j_FRzj538M7fsGKH8Ree20r8g/s1600/CIMS+1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583897596302230754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXhZsJLi_NFwJTv0wIP1ngK3MdDMTxI4wD1jh2_1YjWpMWz0Na9uSIFdP86swLCiGSlCC0l-d52C7zu9jRY0vZc8jFf2ajQ1raOW_m3qtZgInHh2pV7j_FRzj538M7fsGKH8Ree20r8g/s320/CIMS+1.jpg" /></a><br />Yesterday was the first full day of the Coalition to Improve Maternity Services conference, here in Chapel Hill North Carolina. This is my first CIMS conference. I was recently elected to become a member of CIMS Leadership Team. I am honored to sit among such esteemed grey heads and not so grey heads of the movement as Michelle Kendell, Barbara Hotelling, Tami Michele, Victoria Macioce-Stumpf and Ruth Wilf. We had a day of board meetings on Thursday followed by a birthday party for Ruth Wilf to celebrate her 80th birthday! (That does it, I'm staying young and vibrant by keeping active and involved in my work- Ruth is my model for aging well. At 80 she is vibrant and engaging and shows no signs of slowing down. She still works as a midwife!) Last night I enjoyed a lovely Thai dinner with Robbie Davis Floyd, author of 'Birth as an American Right of Passage' and many other anthropological books on birth and midwifery. Its been great rubbing elbows with leaders in the field of maternal infant health and lactation advocacy.<br /><br />For those who are unfamiliar with CIMS, it is a coalition of MCH groups that work toward the standard of 'mother-friendly' care here in the United States and abroad. If you don't know what that is, pop over to the website and check it out at <a href="http://www.motherfriendly.org/">http://www.motherfriendly.org/</a> This is the standard of care for childbearing women that we all should be striving towards. It will serve as the undergirding philosophy of care in my own birth center some day.<br /><br />Yesterday I attended the following workshops:<br /><br />Eugene Declercq, PhD, MBA, Professor and Assistant Dean for Doctoral Education, Boston University<br />Dr. Declercq spoke about improvements in maternity care initiatives over the past year. He talked a lot about all the good things happening with lactation and how we can apply some of the things the breastfeeding folks have done to maternity care. He spoke of the importance of having a unified message and being united among all our groups. He presented lots of research findings such as the uptick in homebirths, the decrease in VBACs, the increase in cesareans, and how childbirth is invisible in public policy. Overall, his presentation gave us some good news, some bad news, some ideas for improvement, and the importance of engagement- a good overall view and a nice start to the conference.<br /><br />Lori Dorfman, DrPH, Director of Berkeley Media Studies Group<br />Dr. Dorfman spoke on how breastfeeding is currently framed and how those frames limit conceptions of what needs to change in soiciety to support breastfeeding. She basically says that telling women about the health benefits of lactation won't increase rates, but rather we need to systematically remove barriers that in hospitals, home, work, school, indeed in society that keep women from being succesful in lactation continuing for as long as they wish. She also framed lactation as a health equity problem. This lady was so right on. Her talk made me proud of my work on my local health commission where we tackle these exact types of barriers within healthcare systems and on a policy making level within city government.<br /><br />Danielle Riggs and Bettina Lauf Forbes, from Best for Babes spoke on giving breastfeeding a makeover and showed examples and images from their breastfeeding PR campaign to make lactation more socially acceptable. They had some interesting ideas. I'm not sure if this is the makeover lactation is looking for or not. (Very slick, polished, model thin, body beautiful images, and slogans all nicely done, but appear to me to add to myths and misconceptions about women's bodies.) However all great deal of thier campaign is dedicated to many things Dr. Dorfman spoke about in removing institutional barriers which they call, 'beating the booby traps.' Check it out and decide for yourself at <a href="http://www.bestforbabes.org/">http://www.bestforbabes.org/</a><br /><br />Barbara Morrison, RN, CNM, FNP, PhD Professor, Frances payne Bolton School of Nursing, Case Western Reserve University- Kangaroo Care for all and all for Kangaroo Care<br />Barb did a great job standing in for Susan Ludington when she discussed the benefits of skin to skin for term babies. I actually bumped into Barb the day before the conference when we rode in on the same airport shuttle. We discussed all things skin to skin (to the chagrin of our driver, I'm sure.) This was an informative session especially since folks tend to link Kangaroo Care with preemie care. <br /><br />Geredine Simkins, CNM, MSN, President Midwives Alliance of North America<br />What Matters to Women, Matters to Midwives<br />This session was such a treat! We got a sneak peak at a soon to be published anthology published by one of my favorite people in the birth movement. This book is a collection of stories from 25 seasoned midwives. If the standing ovation Gera received at the end of her talk is any indication, this is going to be a fantastic read. Written in beautiful prose, Gera weaves the stories through such themes as courage, compassion, activism, and self-determination. Order an advance copy (like I intend to) at <a href="http://www.wisdomfrommidwives.com/">www.wisdomfrommidwives.com</a>.<br /><br />Hot Topics: Turning it Around<br />This session was a hodge podge of new developments in maternity care advocacy. Topics included legislative efforts for MOMS for the 21st Century Act <a href="http://www.thomas.gov/cgi-bin/query/z?c111H.R.5807">www.thomas.gov/cgi-bin/query/z?c111H.R.5807</a>: homebirth promotion at the state level via the MAMA (Mother and Midwives in Action) campaign <a href="http://www.mamacampaign.org/">www.mamacampaign.org</a> We heard from Choices in Childbirth <a href="http://www.childbirthconnection.org/">www.childbirthconnection.org</a> and The Big Push for Midwives <a href="http://www.thebigpushformidwives.org/">www.thebigpushformidwives.org</a><br /><br />All in all this was a jam-packed day with so much good information I could hardly process it all. I so wanted to sneak away for an hour's nap but each session just seemed so tempting to pass up.LaborPaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10294812248596629837noreply@blogger.com0