Ina Mae in Zambia

A Zambian Midwife and the baby bundle in Chipata >>>

In my last week here I have been reading a copy of Ina Mae Gaskins Spiritual Midwifery from 1977. This book is groovy in the true Simon and Garfunkel late 1960’s sort of way. Besides being an integral component of the midwifery cannon of literature, it is a fierce, if not dated, reminder of the potential pleasures of having a baby – and the essential role that trust, sensuality, and surrender has in birthing.

During a presentation I made, I talked about the ubiquitous ‘baby bundle’ – as I call it. After the baby is born, it is whisked away and wrapped in a cloth diaper, then a towel, then a crocheted blanket, then a huge fuzzy adult size blanket – so it looks like an overstuffed burrito baby – which is so large in diameter that it is tough for two adult arms to completely wrap around it. I talked about how that baby bundle reduces any skin-to-skin contact that the mother-baby pair gets, and I included in my list of recommendations that more emphasis be put on the importance of skin-to-skin contact in the hours following birth.

After the presentation, an American woman expressed her dismay in this reduced skin-to-skin time due to the baby-bundle, to which her Zambian colleague responded "everyone in this room was born into a baby bundle. We all survived." Which is true. It’s a good point. And it calls into question that, which I think, from my midwifery background, is ‘essential.’

So what is the answer? Should each clinic around the world strive to create the groovy experiences as Ina Mae and her team does? Or should it be a strictly safely first approach? Or is it an obvious combination of the two that is important?

It is this question of mother-friendly services that brought me into midwifery in the first place, back in 2002 in Tanzaniza, inspired by Mary Kroeger. I think it is this question that will keep me active and passionate about this profession. I think one thing is clear – there is no harm in providing mother-friendly-fulfilling birth experiences. So why not include it? We could all use a bit more Ina Mae.

Excerpt from blog 8/15/08 - Rosha Forman

A Week Under My Belt

Each day this past week I visited a clinic here in Lusaka and hung out with the midwives in the Labor Wards. It has been the best week so far - and it feels all warm and tingly to be doing that which I set out to do. My initial sense? The midwives here are overworked and under paid. They are passionate like midwives around the world about what they do. They are skillful and are hungry for more techniques to save lives and reduce morbidity. They LOVE oxytocin and active management. The only reason they are not using it is if there is not oxytocin available. In some of my interviews, which I expected to be a careful unpacking of attitudes and barriers, I have been getting answers like "I love it" and "It works." The interviews that I expected to last an hour are barely 15 minutes. One midwife actually said "Why do you keep asking me about the same thing?" Hmmm...

But not all is well in the clinics. Mothers are separated from their babies almost immediately and are asked to get up, clean themselves off, and wash their own linens about 10 minutes after delivery. The babies stay stacked on an empty bed, wrapped in a HUGE bundle of blankets and towels, waiting for their mother to nap and rest before they come together. There is very little attention paid to the post partum period. Women are discharged 6 hours after delivery. When I explained that in the US they stay for 2 days post partum there were gasps. "What do you do with them for two days??" Ah, America.

I will spend a few more days observing in Lusaka this week - and then will take off for a series of trips to observe further out. Thursday I'm leaving for the Eastern Province, bordering Malawi... then will return Tuesday to head South to Choma and Mumbwa... then North to Ndola. I have expanded my sites because a) why not? and b) a few days in one place seems like enough time to become acquainted with the culture and the practices of a place. So, 25 births later, I'm feeling like a researcher in Lusaka at last. Time is moving fast now and I just hope I can finish that which I set out to do.

Excerpts from 6/29/08 blog - Rosha Forman

"My Dear - this is Africa!"

It's amazing how much can happen in a week. I feel like I'm standing in a very different pair of shoes than I was during my last post - although in reality it's the same warn pair of Dansko clogs. I returned from Ndola - on a bus - after waiting 4 hrs for the bus to fill to capacity and FINALLY leave the station. No sooner was I done thanking God for the departure than on came the terrible Nigerian soap operas played at unimaginable decibels. After covering my ears and whimpering for a while - the man behind me laughed. "My dear - this is Africa!"

Ndola was a beautiful little city - with wide tree-lined streets, a 'Shop Right' super market, and a nice woman selling hard-boiled eggs and delicious oranges on the corner between my guest house and the hospital. I spent a full three days there - and in total - only observed 7 births. I decided, as most babies are born in the wee hours of the morning - to switch my day shifts into evening/night shifts. My plan all but failed there - as in 11 hours - I only saw one normal delivery. Although my eyes were tired, my confidential envelope was all but empty. Ndola hospital was very well equipped however, and did not buck the trend that I have been seeing: Active Management is used and loved by the midwives.

The last morning of my trip, acknowledging my bad luck at the hospital, I hopped a cab to see the busiest clinic in one of the surrounding compounds. What luck! I saw two beautiful deliveries in one morning. Both done by students- with the midwife looking over her shoulder. So - my total number of birth observations is at 58 (6 higher than expected). I am now heading into the next phase of my project - the analysis and the closure of sites. I have spent the day coding - and making thank you cards. As a gift I am giving protective eye glasses - as all the midwives wanted mine. In my interviews, when asked about what was needed, many said "protective clothing." While 30 pairs of goggles won't save anyone necessarily, hopefully it can prevent one splash from getting in a midwifes eyes. Wednesday I leave on a canoe trip for a few days. Time to see some hephalumps and woozels.

Excepts from 7/21/08 blog - Rosha Forman