This morning was rushed, yet again. So much so that I actually forgot my already-packed lunchbox. Another great start. However, after a sunrise drive complete with Coldplay music and excitement I was ready to hit the ground running.
Nikki (another Connect intern) and I decided to place ourselves in Maternity because according to another one of our fellow interns, that is where it’s at. And boy oh boy did it deliver (pun intended). As we walked into the labor ward at eight, we saw a woman with her legs spread, ready to give birth. After saying hello to the sisters, we walked over to the post-natal clinic to meet the sister working with the plethora of mothers since Wednesdays and Fridays are when all newborns come in to have their weight and umbilical cords checked. However, when we returned to the labor ward at approximately 8:07 (just down the hall), the woman in the bed had already given birth to a beautiful baby boy. It was in this moment that I realized the immense strength of Khayelitsha women. Each one of them gives a natural birth and most do it without more than a grimace. Most births take place alone with just one midwife and the mother but these women deliver with quiet strength. Honestly, it makes most American labor stories seem trivial. The sister in charge at the labor ward showed us how to check the baby’s reflexes and physical health right after birth. She also helped us examine the placenta and feel the soft sutures on the baby’s skull. For the first time, I saw life being brought into the world (touched a baby only thirty minutes old!!) and it definitely made an impact.
After some coordinating issues with the other interns from various programs, I was placed in the ante-natal (prenatal) clinic, assisting sister Tsepiso with pregnancy checkups. Most of these checkups consisted of measuring the baby’s height while in utero (top of the head to pelvic bone, called SF), checking it’s heartbeat, calculating the gestation time, and checking the mother’s health. While I started just watching Tsepiso with her explaining her Xhosa conversations with patients to me in English, by the end of the day I was helping. She taught me how to feel around the stomach to locate the baby’s back to find it’s heartbeat, arrange the baby and calculate its SF, and complete all maternity paperwork, including charting the baby’s growth. Speaking of paperwork, a copy of the Khayelitsha maternity leave form is in the photo gallery. I know in the last post I noted my concern about the lack of technology, but filling out this paperwork helped orient me with their patient filing system. Each patient has one folder that contains every appointment record as well as, for expecting mothers, a maternity book recording every bit of data from initial booking to six months after delivery. The folder is complete with ID stickers/barcodes to identify papers, blood samples, etc. The system works exactly how a computer would and just requires a little bit of penmanship from each of the sisters. Instead of comparing this facility to American hospitals, I’ve started to see it as a high-functioning machine in it’s own right that always seems to get the job done.
During Tsepiso’s lunch break, I went with a few Mercer interns and a sister outside to investigate some loud music and microphones we heard through the windows. Next to the clinic, the Western Cape Government was hosting a wellness competition for new mothers (and some fathers), promoting care for newborns in their first 1,000 days of life. The competition consisted of trivia for the mothers as well as informative interludes and rewarded the mothers with the most knowledge about caring for their babies. The winning mothers in different age categories were presented with tote bags full of supplies and big bundles of “nappies” (diapers). All mothers and children in attendance were in high spirits, dancing and cheering in the South African winter sunlight.
I returned to Tsepiso’s side discussing my interests, the concept of college + medical school vs. one professional school, and our plans for the summer (winter? honestly, I’m not sure at this point). After we bid adieu and I waved at a few more newborns in the post-natal clinic, we headed back on the shuttle to Cape Town.
During my orientation, I was informed that the nearest laundry facility was right around the corner and doubled as a restaurant. As wary as I was, tonight I had my laundry washed and ate the most delicious pork + chive dim sum imaginable. If you’re ever in Cape Town, check out I Love My Laundry even if you don’t have anything to drop off. This trip was followed by another trek to the gym and another warm shower. Tonight, my roommates tried their hands at chocolate muffins using mL instead of tbsp and g instead of oz, but I’d say they turned out phenomenally. We chowed down while discussing the Taylor Swift v. Kanye West feud (#iykyk my opinion) and now we’re watching Brave. Merida quote to round out the day: “You control your destiny. You don’t need magic to do it. And there are no magical shortcuts to solving your problems”
New Xhosa word of the day: EyoMqungu – January (learned this while estimating conception and due dates… still not sure about the click in this one)