If someone once said that Poverty does not exist in Samoa, I would challenge them to think again. I guess poverty is defined on so many different levels that at first glance you would think, yes well we don’t have anorexic starving people dying on the side of the road, but if you want to see where poverty presents itself, step into my shoes for a day or two.
Today I watched a young mother cry, as she dutifully held her son down for me while I stuck needles and Iv lines into him. Her kid,only just one year old, had been at home for the last week at the mercy of a toxic infection ravaging his weak little body. They only now present to the hospital a whole week after they had noticed a huge red swelling on the side of his neck, and had tried conservative traditional remedies (fofo etc) until it had gotten to the point where at a glance you could see the kid was so different from his usual self. Lethargic weary, unable to smile, barely able to hold his head up. At first it made me angry- was she stupid?? The mum?? Now that I am a mum myself and am fiercely protective over my daughter to the point where I would love to carry around some dettol spray to spray on the hands on anyone who wants to hold her(!!!) I feel passionately for kids who are still unable to really look after theirselves, they are at the mercy of their (?sometimes stupid??) parents. I thought what they hell were they thinking leaving it this long?? Perhaps they didn’t know any better (that this could easily track near more precious organs such as his BRAIN ) but surely one could see from the look of the kid and the size and tenderness of the swelling that he was pretty sick. In the end it all boiled down to money. They live far away. No ones earns a paid job, they live from hand to mouth, from what they reap and sow in the earth around them. They couldn’t afford a busfare. They had wanted to come earlier but had to wait, beg and borrow to get a few measly bucks perhaps almost too late, to get to the hospital. That’s what it boiled down to. And I could see in the mothers teary eyes that this was the truth. You’d think but surely that can not be. Surely there were neighbours someone who could have given them money a ride earlier or they had a stash somewhere?? I am quickly finding out that in some parts of Samoa, money is like gold, precious and rare.
Almost every patient today who wanted a repeat script for their usual medications had already run out 2 weeks prior (thus were flying without a pilot (medications) for a while) Thus they were yet again at the mercy of scoring blood pressures and uncontrollable blood sugars…by the 20th person it was beginning to piss me off, how so careless they were, why didn’t they come in earlier like we always tell them (get your repeat medications BEFORE you run out) so I let one slip and sarcastically asked someone if they were TRYING to give themselves a ‘stroke’ by coming so late ( I know- it was a weak moment and I will regret it forever) the person then very quietly responded with a quivering voice that they were sorry, they knew they should have come earlier but this was the soonest they could get any busfare and come…I felt my heart crack. Thinking about it too, a lot of these patients do actually travel from the other side of the island…so that would be a good 10 bucks return which is a lot of money for some people. Then they get here and I prescribe them 3 months worth of meds, and the useless pharmacy who never seem to have enough stock give them only 6 weeks worth, so that this poor person has to look again for busfare they cannot afford again, sooner then actually necessary.
These people may not be starving, but when they are sick…they often can not afford to look after themselves, often its too little too late…and people die from tragically simple things…simple infections, simple conditions...that could have easily been treated/prevented.Tis a sad but true storey in my beloved homeland And I hope one day things will change, our services will improve to meet this need & people will have access to these basic neccessaties in life.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
whats going on....
Whats going on in my life today?? Well some might say not much, as it seems i have dropped off the face of the earth. That's because I am chillaxing in Savaii, my new home, and so you may not see me around (like everyone ever saw me when I was in Apia anyways har har..). But, Things are still going on, the brain is still ticking, and somebody is home..I haven't vanquished myself..and I'm still thinking of blogworthy things to write about all the time! yes, even in Savaii, there are great things to be shared with the world!!
A few days ago, I finally got a girl. At the mo, and for the next few months shes mainly just here to help me..but eventually shell be a stay at home babysitter when i finally (if ever) decide to haul my butt back to work! It has taken yonks to finally give in/find/scrutinize and finally allow someone to do the job she is doing.you know how there is that little voice in your head that they say you should listen to?? (or is it your heart?? well which ever..) Mines says NO NO NO...to having someone intrude into the little life of my precious, but the voices around me (yes I'm becoming schizophrenic) all say "so when are you going back to work?" " you really just need to do it " (go back to work) " we hear there aren't enough people at work" " SAvaii really needs you"...its like, aweee shucks..fine. (:) )Oh and "you must really miss it" (for that one, its like, yeaaaahh, nah not really, when youve worked in an environment that is constantly crazy/ hectic /busy and involves death and dying and angry patients and even angrier co-workers, getting to stay home bake a cake and then eat it too is just LUXUUURY !!LOL)
BUt, as always , in this profession, somehow there are certain issues that are just always 'morally wrong' (or so society says) .Its straight forward to me, in the end, its still a job, you pay for a service, and you cant expect me to work my head, heart, body and soul ...to the ground...I mean yes, its a good cause, but you know, the cause will always be there, and sometimes, you have to prioritise whats important in your life. The one that always gets me is "there was this emergency , and who and who was really ill, and they rushed to the hosp and there was no doctor"...now those stories always scare me, that's just wrong,I always think, now what if that were my mum, or my sister, or my grandma?? It should never happen, and if its because I ha vent hauled my ass back to work, well , I'm coming. Soon. In a few months.
Anyways, to get back to the point, having this girl, (the carer) in my house, has just been heartbreaking. I mean she is really good, no one says she isnt. Its just, she keeps wanting to si'i my daughter, and I'm like No...I'm here, i can sii her, you just go wipe a table or something (i know, how selfish, but I'm just feeling too attached right now to let anyone else in...and its just not fair...why cant i just stay at home forever, and enjoy the pleasures of my daughter growing up without growing slowly insane....) he he!
OK, so what else is going on, well, our neighbours have this boat. Its a fairly biggish boat that they go deep sea fishing for tuna etc here in the big island. Not too many people have them. But for freaks sake it is certainly on its last legs, and it dies, about 100yards out from their make shift doc (behind their house) which always puts it about 30yards from my house, every single time they come home. And for an hour theres banging and hammering, and yelps and more banging. They keep telling us later the motor died, and gawd only knows what the heck they are doing with all that banging to fix it.Must be the old Samoan remedy of 'just keep hitting it ' til it comes back on.:) (se'i malepe le mea then we'll ask those guys in NZ/Aust/Pago to buy a new one!) Anyways, its always far too early in the morning and it wakes the baby, and I'm about ready to throw a hammer at someones head on the boat one morning (and go Oops, thought you might need one! sorry)
so yesterday the boat dies a little further out, beyond the reef, and its just kinda drifting and i guess the banging doesn't work. So what do they do, here's one to laugh at. They approach my husband about a boat they can just make out thru a hole in their fence and ours that they've been spying on i guess, with a tiny little motor, like smaller then a lawnmower, like maybe a weed eater size..its a little dingy, like it has oars that your meant to paddle around in, like just bigger then a kayak. And they want us to go out and haul them back in. Now their boat is like huuuuuge and our dingy is like tiny and i just couldn't see how they could figure our little thingy could haul them in with out killing the motor and breaking the boat in half, but that is soo typical of our people. They don't really have that thought in mind, alot of them really do have a use and abuse mentality, esp if they've had all their material possessions sent from overseas relatives and have never had to break a sweat over getting things for themselves.They dont really know the value of things coz, theyll just get someone else to go out and 'buy them another one' when it breaks...as an excuse.
These same neighbours keep asking us for tools too. not just a hammer and saw, they want our power tools our industrial drills and saws and chainsaws and lawnmowers...because, well, they got some but theyre broke/lost/dead/filed down/blunt from abuse....and so they would like to now demolish our tools thanks. Luckily, the boats motor was dead so we couldn't help them out there, and sorry all our tools are being used right now coz we're building a house (they are also building a house, but they can see we are building a house..what they want us to share??we build in morning they build in evening??)
A couple of nights ago, this same family, approached us, and asked us for 3 grand , to borrow of course, cos like, that's the kinda money we just have growing on the mango tree outside. anyways, the funny part is when asked what its for, they said their close rely in NZ got a call from a man from Nokia cell phone company who told her she had won $600,000.00 dollars and she had to send them 3 grand as a process fee in order for her to get her prize.(like if it were for real they couldnt just cut the 3 grand from the 6 hundred THOUSAND dollars theyve supposedly won??) Of course, she didn't even enter any draw or anything- does this not sound like a S-C-A-M to you?? well, we politely said sorry, we didn't have the money, then tried to explain that this sounded dodgy and it was likely a scam. however, i think they're still not over the excitement and persistently insisted it was for real cos the nokia man called them in person..yea, the nokia guy from Zimbabwe whos sitting at a computer calling a million people trying to see who'll be idiotic enough to send him money. Anyways, they walked away with a "just wait til we're rich, then you'll be sorry" attitude and we both hope they don't find someone to lend them the money, cos its only gonna bite them in the butt.
So you see, interesting things do happen here, ...Ill keep you posted!
A few days ago, I finally got a girl. At the mo, and for the next few months shes mainly just here to help me..but eventually shell be a stay at home babysitter when i finally (if ever) decide to haul my butt back to work! It has taken yonks to finally give in/find/scrutinize and finally allow someone to do the job she is doing.you know how there is that little voice in your head that they say you should listen to?? (or is it your heart?? well which ever..) Mines says NO NO NO...to having someone intrude into the little life of my precious, but the voices around me (yes I'm becoming schizophrenic) all say "so when are you going back to work?" " you really just need to do it " (go back to work) " we hear there aren't enough people at work" " SAvaii really needs you"...its like, aweee shucks..fine. (:) )Oh and "you must really miss it" (for that one, its like, yeaaaahh, nah not really, when youve worked in an environment that is constantly crazy/ hectic /busy and involves death and dying and angry patients and even angrier co-workers, getting to stay home bake a cake and then eat it too is just LUXUUURY !!LOL)
BUt, as always , in this profession, somehow there are certain issues that are just always 'morally wrong' (or so society says) .Its straight forward to me, in the end, its still a job, you pay for a service, and you cant expect me to work my head, heart, body and soul ...to the ground...I mean yes, its a good cause, but you know, the cause will always be there, and sometimes, you have to prioritise whats important in your life. The one that always gets me is "there was this emergency , and who and who was really ill, and they rushed to the hosp and there was no doctor"...now those stories always scare me, that's just wrong,I always think, now what if that were my mum, or my sister, or my grandma?? It should never happen, and if its because I ha vent hauled my ass back to work, well , I'm coming. Soon. In a few months.
Anyways, to get back to the point, having this girl, (the carer) in my house, has just been heartbreaking. I mean she is really good, no one says she isnt. Its just, she keeps wanting to si'i my daughter, and I'm like No...I'm here, i can sii her, you just go wipe a table or something (i know, how selfish, but I'm just feeling too attached right now to let anyone else in...and its just not fair...why cant i just stay at home forever, and enjoy the pleasures of my daughter growing up without growing slowly insane....) he he!
OK, so what else is going on, well, our neighbours have this boat. Its a fairly biggish boat that they go deep sea fishing for tuna etc here in the big island. Not too many people have them. But for freaks sake it is certainly on its last legs, and it dies, about 100yards out from their make shift doc (behind their house) which always puts it about 30yards from my house, every single time they come home. And for an hour theres banging and hammering, and yelps and more banging. They keep telling us later the motor died, and gawd only knows what the heck they are doing with all that banging to fix it.Must be the old Samoan remedy of 'just keep hitting it ' til it comes back on.:) (se'i malepe le mea then we'll ask those guys in NZ/Aust/Pago to buy a new one!) Anyways, its always far too early in the morning and it wakes the baby, and I'm about ready to throw a hammer at someones head on the boat one morning (and go Oops, thought you might need one! sorry)
so yesterday the boat dies a little further out, beyond the reef, and its just kinda drifting and i guess the banging doesn't work. So what do they do, here's one to laugh at. They approach my husband about a boat they can just make out thru a hole in their fence and ours that they've been spying on i guess, with a tiny little motor, like smaller then a lawnmower, like maybe a weed eater size..its a little dingy, like it has oars that your meant to paddle around in, like just bigger then a kayak. And they want us to go out and haul them back in. Now their boat is like huuuuuge and our dingy is like tiny and i just couldn't see how they could figure our little thingy could haul them in with out killing the motor and breaking the boat in half, but that is soo typical of our people. They don't really have that thought in mind, alot of them really do have a use and abuse mentality, esp if they've had all their material possessions sent from overseas relatives and have never had to break a sweat over getting things for themselves.They dont really know the value of things coz, theyll just get someone else to go out and 'buy them another one' when it breaks...as an excuse.
These same neighbours keep asking us for tools too. not just a hammer and saw, they want our power tools our industrial drills and saws and chainsaws and lawnmowers...because, well, they got some but theyre broke/lost/dead/filed down/blunt from abuse....and so they would like to now demolish our tools thanks. Luckily, the boats motor was dead so we couldn't help them out there, and sorry all our tools are being used right now coz we're building a house (they are also building a house, but they can see we are building a house..what they want us to share??we build in morning they build in evening??)
A couple of nights ago, this same family, approached us, and asked us for 3 grand , to borrow of course, cos like, that's the kinda money we just have growing on the mango tree outside. anyways, the funny part is when asked what its for, they said their close rely in NZ got a call from a man from Nokia cell phone company who told her she had won $600,000.00 dollars and she had to send them 3 grand as a process fee in order for her to get her prize.(like if it were for real they couldnt just cut the 3 grand from the 6 hundred THOUSAND dollars theyve supposedly won??) Of course, she didn't even enter any draw or anything- does this not sound like a S-C-A-M to you?? well, we politely said sorry, we didn't have the money, then tried to explain that this sounded dodgy and it was likely a scam. however, i think they're still not over the excitement and persistently insisted it was for real cos the nokia man called them in person..yea, the nokia guy from Zimbabwe whos sitting at a computer calling a million people trying to see who'll be idiotic enough to send him money. Anyways, they walked away with a "just wait til we're rich, then you'll be sorry" attitude and we both hope they don't find someone to lend them the money, cos its only gonna bite them in the butt.
So you see, interesting things do happen here, ...Ill keep you posted!
Saturday, May 17, 2008
death
I know I talk about death and dying a bit in my blogs, kinda comes witht he job so cant really help it:) sorry guys, but i just couldnt help but make this comment, on a recent event in Savaii that just breaks my heart.
Last week, a newly wed young couple, expecting their first child at any moment, got into a two car head on collision here in Savaii. What had happened was the lady had gone into labour, so the husband was rushing to the hosptial. No one knows exactly the details of how the accident came about, but Im pretty sure it involved speed on two cars parts, people tend to do that in Savaii, cause our roads our smooth and pretty pothole free. They think its a highway in auckland somewhere and go flying thru the villages narrowly missing pigs, old men and children on the side of the road!! Anyways, the couple were rushed to the hospital having both sustained serious injuries, the husband died there, and the wife was rushed to Apia. She lost her baby, and is in critical condition at present. This just breaks my heart.
This sorta stuff makes me want to get my A into Gear and go back to work, could I have helped make a difference???If this couple were in Apia, would the outcome be different? now what if it happened to someone I know, I love, what if it were me?? all these questions come into mind, and make me shudder at the thought that this is the environment 'I' live in, in the case of an emergency, I am at least 2 hours away from major specialty services that make the difference in these sorta situations (sometimes). Not that emergencies happen often, but they happen, and when they do you want to be comfortable in the knowledge that help is close by.
I cannot help but feel a huge sadness for this Lady, she lost her husband, and her baby,if that were me, thats my whole life right there. Why do these things happen??Such a huge tragedy to be carried upon the heart of such a fragile human being.
I pray that she makes an uneventful recovery, and that she has the strength to rebuild her life after such an atrocious tragedy...
Last week, a newly wed young couple, expecting their first child at any moment, got into a two car head on collision here in Savaii. What had happened was the lady had gone into labour, so the husband was rushing to the hosptial. No one knows exactly the details of how the accident came about, but Im pretty sure it involved speed on two cars parts, people tend to do that in Savaii, cause our roads our smooth and pretty pothole free. They think its a highway in auckland somewhere and go flying thru the villages narrowly missing pigs, old men and children on the side of the road!! Anyways, the couple were rushed to the hospital having both sustained serious injuries, the husband died there, and the wife was rushed to Apia. She lost her baby, and is in critical condition at present. This just breaks my heart.
This sorta stuff makes me want to get my A into Gear and go back to work, could I have helped make a difference???If this couple were in Apia, would the outcome be different? now what if it happened to someone I know, I love, what if it were me?? all these questions come into mind, and make me shudder at the thought that this is the environment 'I' live in, in the case of an emergency, I am at least 2 hours away from major specialty services that make the difference in these sorta situations (sometimes). Not that emergencies happen often, but they happen, and when they do you want to be comfortable in the knowledge that help is close by.
I cannot help but feel a huge sadness for this Lady, she lost her husband, and her baby,if that were me, thats my whole life right there. Why do these things happen??Such a huge tragedy to be carried upon the heart of such a fragile human being.
I pray that she makes an uneventful recovery, and that she has the strength to rebuild her life after such an atrocious tragedy...
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Time flies when you're having fun....
It has been more then a year since my last post, and so much has happened. In a nutshell, we moved home to Samoa, (big headache- moving!!! never want to move again!LOL) i started work at the local hospital (shock horror, kinda expected, but didn't make the blow any easier- word to the wise, go for a jog...you don't want to get sick in Samoa!!) I fell pregnant (actually found out while we were moving over- yay! ..we had almost given up trying!) the first 6 months of my pregnancy i worked (:( ) and had to live away from my husband as he was working in Savaii- where we were eventually planning to make our new home. never want to do that again..talk about do long distance for 6 years before we got married , then finally get married and think you never have to spend another day apart, and then have to do 6 months apart, and pregnant!!:)
NEWAYS- then I went on maternity leave- yay!! was heavily pregnant by then, and the inconveniences of our hospital as a work environment, such as having to walk to and from the lab 4 times a day to chase up results that were marked "urgent" like 5 hours ago!! was really taking its toll on me, mah back and mah big belly!!! so put my legs up in savaii for the following 2 months, baking every muffin,scone, cake and bread known to man to keep me occupied (not to mention- eating it too!!LOL)...sounds glorious doesn't it? well it was for like 2 weeks..then i really started feeling like i was going a bit nuts..without friends to talk to, or movies to go to..baking can only keep you ticking for so long!!LOL!
Finally, the time came where I finally got to go back to NZ ,to have mah bubba. Up until then, the pregnancy was smooth sailing, not a cloud in the sky the whole way, wasn't sick, didn't get swollen ankles, a bit of lethargy and that was it. My check ups in NZ were all great, until. My due date came and went, and still no sign of ms muffet coming...a week or two went by...talks of inducing me and having extra scans kept me busy. Then one night the contractions came...they hurt like a B+%$*! but were 10 minutes apart..so hosp wasn't interested...by morning they had spaced out to about 20-25minutes....for a whole day.Then at night they sped up to 7 minutes apart..hosp still not interested (they said- call us when they're 3 minutes apart, drink water, take panadol) anyways- this saga went on for 4 days! I was exhausted, mentally frustrated, concerned... anyways, to cut a long story short, this saga ends up with me having a blooming emergency caserian section. Up until the moment they told me I needed it, I had kept my cool...I had been in hosp in labour for almost a whole day, had breathed through the most painful contractions in the world for a good six hours without yelling or swearing or crying....then I was told it had to be done.I had no choice. It was an emergency. Then I cried. Smooth sailing for 9 months...all to result in this. Although I knew very well it was for the best...it was still hard to swallow.It still made me feel like some sort of failure...even though I know, had this scenario been 100 years ago...it could have resulted in tragedy with the lack of the c-section option. I still however, felt that me and my body had failed this one female god given process...and you cant shake off the feeling that you brought it upon yourself somehow.Could I just mention, as an insert into this storey, how painful and upsetting it is, when people ask , if i birthed 'naturally' only to frown and look disappointed when I say no, I had to have a c-ser. Like I had some choice, like I wanted it to be this way. that when they go on to talk about how ' I had it easy' I want to clobber them over the head with a bat, as my labour was anything but easy...and that I did actually suffer the god given pain of contractions- for 4 DAYS damn you!:) that its actually really hurtful to me...to be spoken to like that...that it really doesn't make me feel any better when they go on about who and who had a 'natural birth' which was really good... it makes me want to cry...that is what i wanted... some sensitivity would be nice...
We (our little family) ended up spending Christmas in the hospital, cause we had to stay in for 5 days before they let us go home. Those days were kind of depressing. I missed my family, every moment my husband left me, I missed him. I was scared in a way with alot of things involving looking after bubba- everything was new to me, and no amount of reading material could have prepared me enough to feel confident about what I was doing. When we finally got to leave,a sigh of relief was expelled. But still, it was only to an empty flat in sandringham..while we awaited my munchkins papers to get done.Only when we set foot in Samoa, on the 3rd of January 2008, did I finally feel relaxed and OK.
Since that day, my little bubba is growing into a beautiful little girl. She is the apple of my eye, and my whole world revolves around her now (her and my husband of course!!!) every moment of her little life has been fascinating...all her little silly achievements like holding her head up and discovering her hands...I've deciphered her little cries and whimpers ...its an art you know...decoding the 'I'm tired' 'I'm hungry' 'I'm wet' 'i just want to be cuddled' whimpers!!! i find my so called motherly instincts take me over, with an aggressiveness that is a tad bit scary!!LOL! when visitors (other then close family!LOL) swaddle her and stand over (and frighten!) her...you should see me, i have eyes at the back of my head..you think I'm making coffee...but I'm actually watching my daughter, the moment her eyes tell me she is not a happy camper with all the commotion...I'm there...its mom to the rescue!! ha ha!! but don't worry..I'm exaggerating the possessive mom storey...but it does have some truth in it!!LOL!
The next dilemma in my life now..is work...6 months ago.. I signed leave forms that said I would be up and ready to go back to full time work in march..when munchkin was 2 months old. Now I know how naive I was. now I can not even imagine having to leave her with someone else...if it was a grandma or an immediate rely that would be OK. but we've kinda got no one here in savaii. Its me or a worker....and I just cant imagine leaving her with someone who might not be able to decipher her cries or give her enough attention and love. Now I just want to stay here and look after her myself, until she is up and ready for school!!!LOL! in saying that I badly do want to work, the longer is stay away the more i think i forget...which is not good in medicine. not to mention Savaii is extremely extremely short of docs. up to now...I still don't really know what I'm gonna do :)
To end this post I just wanted to say..that living in savaii is peaceful. The evenings are particularly tranquil..with pink skies and sounds of church bells and chickens ...our family often spend it sitting out on the lawn looking out to the islands of Upolu, Apolima and Manono (that's our view!) sipping on coke (for me!) and beer...chatting about the happenings of the day. At the mo, my munchkin spends that time often sleeping in her pram...but I'm sure soon enough she'll have little legs that can run faster then I would like and a mouth to keep me occupied!! I cant wait....
the end.
NEWAYS- then I went on maternity leave- yay!! was heavily pregnant by then, and the inconveniences of our hospital as a work environment, such as having to walk to and from the lab 4 times a day to chase up results that were marked "urgent" like 5 hours ago!! was really taking its toll on me, mah back and mah big belly!!! so put my legs up in savaii for the following 2 months, baking every muffin,scone, cake and bread known to man to keep me occupied (not to mention- eating it too!!LOL)...sounds glorious doesn't it? well it was for like 2 weeks..then i really started feeling like i was going a bit nuts..without friends to talk to, or movies to go to..baking can only keep you ticking for so long!!LOL!
Finally, the time came where I finally got to go back to NZ ,to have mah bubba. Up until then, the pregnancy was smooth sailing, not a cloud in the sky the whole way, wasn't sick, didn't get swollen ankles, a bit of lethargy and that was it. My check ups in NZ were all great, until. My due date came and went, and still no sign of ms muffet coming...a week or two went by...talks of inducing me and having extra scans kept me busy. Then one night the contractions came...they hurt like a B+%$*! but were 10 minutes apart..so hosp wasn't interested...by morning they had spaced out to about 20-25minutes....for a whole day.Then at night they sped up to 7 minutes apart..hosp still not interested (they said- call us when they're 3 minutes apart, drink water, take panadol) anyways- this saga went on for 4 days! I was exhausted, mentally frustrated, concerned... anyways, to cut a long story short, this saga ends up with me having a blooming emergency caserian section. Up until the moment they told me I needed it, I had kept my cool...I had been in hosp in labour for almost a whole day, had breathed through the most painful contractions in the world for a good six hours without yelling or swearing or crying....then I was told it had to be done.I had no choice. It was an emergency. Then I cried. Smooth sailing for 9 months...all to result in this. Although I knew very well it was for the best...it was still hard to swallow.It still made me feel like some sort of failure...even though I know, had this scenario been 100 years ago...it could have resulted in tragedy with the lack of the c-section option. I still however, felt that me and my body had failed this one female god given process...and you cant shake off the feeling that you brought it upon yourself somehow.Could I just mention, as an insert into this storey, how painful and upsetting it is, when people ask , if i birthed 'naturally' only to frown and look disappointed when I say no, I had to have a c-ser. Like I had some choice, like I wanted it to be this way. that when they go on to talk about how ' I had it easy' I want to clobber them over the head with a bat, as my labour was anything but easy...and that I did actually suffer the god given pain of contractions- for 4 DAYS damn you!:) that its actually really hurtful to me...to be spoken to like that...that it really doesn't make me feel any better when they go on about who and who had a 'natural birth' which was really good... it makes me want to cry...that is what i wanted... some sensitivity would be nice...
We (our little family) ended up spending Christmas in the hospital, cause we had to stay in for 5 days before they let us go home. Those days were kind of depressing. I missed my family, every moment my husband left me, I missed him. I was scared in a way with alot of things involving looking after bubba- everything was new to me, and no amount of reading material could have prepared me enough to feel confident about what I was doing. When we finally got to leave,a sigh of relief was expelled. But still, it was only to an empty flat in sandringham..while we awaited my munchkins papers to get done.Only when we set foot in Samoa, on the 3rd of January 2008, did I finally feel relaxed and OK.
Since that day, my little bubba is growing into a beautiful little girl. She is the apple of my eye, and my whole world revolves around her now (her and my husband of course!!!) every moment of her little life has been fascinating...all her little silly achievements like holding her head up and discovering her hands...I've deciphered her little cries and whimpers ...its an art you know...decoding the 'I'm tired' 'I'm hungry' 'I'm wet' 'i just want to be cuddled' whimpers!!! i find my so called motherly instincts take me over, with an aggressiveness that is a tad bit scary!!LOL! when visitors (other then close family!LOL) swaddle her and stand over (and frighten!) her...you should see me, i have eyes at the back of my head..you think I'm making coffee...but I'm actually watching my daughter, the moment her eyes tell me she is not a happy camper with all the commotion...I'm there...its mom to the rescue!! ha ha!! but don't worry..I'm exaggerating the possessive mom storey...but it does have some truth in it!!LOL!
The next dilemma in my life now..is work...6 months ago.. I signed leave forms that said I would be up and ready to go back to full time work in march..when munchkin was 2 months old. Now I know how naive I was. now I can not even imagine having to leave her with someone else...if it was a grandma or an immediate rely that would be OK. but we've kinda got no one here in savaii. Its me or a worker....and I just cant imagine leaving her with someone who might not be able to decipher her cries or give her enough attention and love. Now I just want to stay here and look after her myself, until she is up and ready for school!!!LOL! in saying that I badly do want to work, the longer is stay away the more i think i forget...which is not good in medicine. not to mention Savaii is extremely extremely short of docs. up to now...I still don't really know what I'm gonna do :)
To end this post I just wanted to say..that living in savaii is peaceful. The evenings are particularly tranquil..with pink skies and sounds of church bells and chickens ...our family often spend it sitting out on the lawn looking out to the islands of Upolu, Apolima and Manono (that's our view!) sipping on coke (for me!) and beer...chatting about the happenings of the day. At the mo, my munchkin spends that time often sleeping in her pram...but I'm sure soon enough she'll have little legs that can run faster then I would like and a mouth to keep me occupied!! I cant wait....
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