WOW, today was crazy. During my last week in the maternity ward, there have been an average of 2-3 births per day. Today, however, SEVEN BABIES were born! Seven! Our first task this morning was to take the blood pressure of all of the mothers-in-waiting. Not only did they fill the chairs but they also had to be hoisted onto some extra beds in the post-natal area… these mamas were all about to pop. Around 8:30, one of the sisters handed Nikki and me a pair of sterile gloves and said “When this baby comes out, you’re the ones who are catching it.” In that moment, I knew today would be something special.
As the day continued and the three other Mercer interns arrived, the five of us were very lucky to directly assist the nurses and play a large role in some of the births. While the nurses were always on-hand to assist us when we needed help or guidance, they are so excited about the prospect of teaching us how to do what they do which has been really fun. After just a week of watching deliveries, we were literally elbows deep, doing things you wouldn’t dream of doing in America until you were at least halfway through Medical School. From pep talks to the mothers all the way to writing the birth certificates, we were hands on at every step today. This was a huge turning point for my ~adventure~ so far in South Africa and the first time I could really see myself pursuing a career as an Obstetrician… a fun thought!
Obviously, this post would not be complete without talking about the wonderful mothers who let students talk them through / deliver their babies. They were extraordinarily welcoming and agreed with the nurses when it came to promoting learning. They were excited that we were helping them and getting something out of it as well. The mothers today were also the most social of any day so far. They laughed and talked with us about how they would “never again” have a child even though the midwife claimed she’d see them “on the same bed this time next year”. Also, because many women here don’t have ultrasounds before giving birth, some were happier than others about the gender of their babies. One mother was disappointed it was a girl because “I already have one of those and don’t want to try again” lol. Being the person to hand them a newborn and see their reaction as they find their own resemblance in a little one is like nothing else. Being a part of such an important moment for mother and child (their birthday!) and guiding them through an extremely scary and vulnerable time is what is so appealing to me about OB/GYN. I feel like it would never get old.
After work, I went with a group of Connectors to Bo-Kaap Kombuis in the historic (and beautiful!) neighborhood of Bo-Kaap nestled right below Lion’s Head. This restaurant offered a fantastic view and a delicious buffet-style selection of Cape Malay food. The Cape Malays are a South African ethnic group originally from the Dutch East Indies, brought to the Cape when it was settled as a Dutch colony. The menu included lots of curry, rooti, rice, and various meat pastries (samoosas). Absolutely delectable and yet another restaurant that I would highly recommend. Xhosa word of the day is “boy”, the gender one mother wanted her little girl to be: nkwenkwe.