As I sit at my health clinic weighing babies, I hear a
commotion coming from the birthing rooms.
As the two midwives walk out casually laughing I hear a man violently
yelling. Because of the cultural differences (or and unknown inability on my
part to read obvious social cues) I have no idea whether this situation is
serious or not. I ask the mid ladies what's the dealio and they tell me to go in
and see for myself. Had I known that this story ends with me storming out of
the clinic wiping away a cocktail of angry-helpless- furious tears I would
have…nope, never mind. Sometimes my curiosity leads me to fault. Ok back to the
desperate screams from the back room. In the dingy birthing room, I see a young
frantic looking woman clothed in nothing but a t-shirt laying on the rusted
operating table. I’m sure that she would have gotten up and walked out of the
room had a woman- I’m assuming her mother- not have been holding her down. An
old man who is either her husband or father (can’t be too sure in this country)
is also holding her down also and yelling at her in local language. Apparently the young lady had given
birth two hours before and was torn vaginally (a somewhat normal occurrence
during child birth). The tear looked exceptionally grave- I’m guessing- because
she was excised (female circumcision) as a young girl. You could still see the
scars from her excision. They were holding her down so the two nursed could sew
her back up; she was losing a considerable amount of blood. The head nurse
(major) attempted multiple times to inject her in the nethers with local
anesthesia but she wriggled and squirmed away. He then yells at her saying that
he’ll just sew her up without anesthesia. He attempts to sew her but once again
she struggles away from him. Mind you, they are being very rough with her.
Yelling, cursing, pushing, slamming, and prodding. I’m sure that the young
woman is scared out of her mind and extremely vulnerable. They do the “here’s
some anesthesia jk I’ll sew you up without it” dance for another ten minutes.
Not only is the woman even more terrified and split open, she now has fresh
needle/syringe cuts all over her thighs.
At this point everybody is exasperated. The woman pushes
away for the hundredth time and the major decides to slop her in the face. The
dad/husband feeds off of this and proceeds to slap and shake his daughter/wife.
Shocked and disgusted I walk to the table yelling “whoa, hey, don’t hit her!”
The major looks at me annoyed and he tells me that he doesn’t have time for
this and she has been refusing treatment for hours now. I try to say that
hitting her is not going to make her any less scared but I am kindly ignored.
They decide to tranquilize her with two hits of valium. They
wait for her to fall asleep, but because she is in fight or flight mode she just
lies there whimpering for 15 minutes. I will have you know that one shot of
valium knocked me out instantly after my allergic reaction. One of the midwives
comes back into the room with a get ‘er done air about her. She walks directly to
the woman and with the help of the nurses she pulls her legs into a full split!
The woman is screaming and fighting hard at this point. The mom taps out and is
replaced by a younger woman. They hold her down and the unnecessary physical
abuse continues. The dad, friend, mom, and major have all slapped her at this
point. It reminds me of that scene from the film Airplane!, when everybody
lines up and slaps the hysterical passenger to try and calm her down. Only this
situation is not humorous, it’s real and sad. I chose this time to excuse
myself from the room.
I’ve never felt so helpless in my life. Here a woman is
being damn near tortured and I couldn't do anything to help her. 1: She needed the
procedure. In my small village we don’t have the luxury of foolproof drugs to
guarantee the patient feels zero to no pain. 2: Who the heck am I? How am I so bold as to walk into this
random country, invited into their hospitals to witness very personal
experiences and then tell them how to do their jobs? 3: I didn’t have any
constructive input other than violence is bad. Golly Jalysa, what a great
contribution, you’ll be a doctor in no time! After I told my mother this story
she suggested that I could have asked to speak to the girl alone to calm her
down. Not a bad idea but would they have allotted me the time to do so, and
would she have understood me? Things that make sense to the average American
does not always translate in this culture and vice versa. What would you have
done?
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