First Weeks at the Hospital

Believe it or not, we are inside the hospital compound. It doesn't look like a hospital at all!
Everything is very poor and very crude. 

Well, here I am at the hospital.

This is Glesni Mason. She's from Idaho. She only 19-years-old and her parents let her stay to work with me in the hospital for a month to gain experience and exposure to birth. She speaks some Spanish, so that's been really a big help to me since I'm still struggling to understand what people are saying.

They had the sweetest little twins here. The mom was very young.

Here are your baby bundles at work. 

Hardly any of these ladies are  over 30...even though they look it....most are 20 or younger and some on there 3rd child.

   If the ladies don’t look happy after the birth there is a good reason. They really are thankful for the bundle...but this poor little girl just went through torture after a really easy birth. They cut really big episiotomies for almost every lady. They are sewn up with very little anesthetic. Thank you again for your gifts. These ladies are right off the delivery table. No husband, friend or relative by their side. It’s really nice to be able to dress their babies in something bright and pretty after what they have been through. The nurses and doctors have been great and are willing to let me do whatever I want. I’ve been observing so far mostly and believe it or not appreciating hospital births in the US. Birth here is brutal and sometimes hard to even watch, but nobody is being mean… this is how birth is here and it is accepted.

The women are usually laboring flat on their backs and alone. The nurses let us circulate around and help. We try to get them to stand and walk to help shorten labor and encourage them with our few practiced Spanish phrases. It seems overwhelming at times because help is so foreign to them.. but just knowing we can show some tenderness to a few ladies and they can know that someone is there for them and cares.  Hopefully it is a blessing.​

We are trying to offer as much TLC as we can. A back rub and and encouraging word is very foreign to them in labor. Things are looking up though. More ladies seem to be trying to walk and letting us help. We usually attend about five births a night.

These are some of the nice nurses that have been letting us do IVs and catch babies.

These are some of the doctors doing their social service here for a year. There is usually one who speaks at least some English every night and can talk us through procedures.

Baby Bundles

​I have almost 100 baby bundles.  I have a diaper, a baby blanket, a onesie, hat and socks in each bundle.  My dear friend Malia came to the rescue and sewed about 50 reusable maternity napkins to put into the bundles for the mothers.  I added a toothbrush and toothpaste and a missionary tract.  Blessings overflowing!

Thank you, thank you, thank you and gracias also.  Because of your wonderful outpouring of love and support I can go to Honduras, and I can go bearing gifts for mothers and babies.  I am also taking colorful scrubs for the nurses, some hospital sheets for the beds, and fetal stethoscopes for the staff.  My favorite dentist gave me a couple hundred sample toothpaste tubes that the children in the villages would love to have.  God is so good, and He has worked through all of you to make this trip possible.  I am overwhelmed with gratitude.

A big thank you to Nashville First Church members who donated baby clothes.  A special thanks to my birthing partner Talitha and dear friend Bobbi S. for supporting me to answer the call.  Thank you to the Johns, the Riveras, Dean, the Hites, Nina, Mary H, Joan G, the Swains, Theryl D, Malia, Julan and David, Elisha, Sharilyn J, Raelynn P, Lydia M, and Pastor Santos.  God bless you all and I will miss you.

This is me making baby bundles