I love meeting midwives, when I visit somewhere. My sister invites a midwife to visit with me on a recent visit to Boston. I have lunch with a midwife in Oakland. I love to hear what their experiences have been; their training and what the challenges are.
When I visit Wotje, I learn that the women next door had recently given birth at home with the local midwife. I was excited to meet her and hear her story. I had met the community nurse at his clinic and asked him about care. He said, "Prenatal care is on Thursday mornings but when I arrived, no one was there, including him." I wandered off through the paths of coconut trees and women working in their yards. I ask them,"Where does the midwife live?" They point towards the lagoon and eventually someone goes and gets her and we sit in the warm sun, visiting.
She had been trained some twenty years ago with a short course in the capitol of Majuro and reports she has had no training since. She delivers most of the island's babies, unless a mother chooses to go stay in Majuro at the end of her pregnancy. She has no way to listen to a heartbeat, no blood pressure cuff and no medications. She uses her heart and hands as she always has.
When asked if she ever had a complication, she seemed to be focused on presentations, other than a head including a cord, foot and breech. They can call a plane for transport, at no cost to the mother, but that would take several hours, at best. Although the islands report high levels of high blood pressure and diabetes, she did not say she ever experienced eclampsia.
The nurse had prenatal vitamins and could come and check a blood pressure at the start of labor. He did not have any means of listening to a heartbeat or a bag and mask to resuscitate a baby. The nurse said he had medications to stop bleeding but running to get him, even on a small island, could be problem.
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