A piece of home is coming to me...

Three weeks until my mom comes to Tanzania to see me and I couldn't be more excited! I honestly don't know if I would have made it this long in the school if I didn't have the guarantee of her coming. I am becoming weary. Emotionally, physically and even spiritually I am starting to weaken and I am in need of prayer. My time with my mom will be a time of much needed processing and rest. We are planning on going on a safari and spending a couple of days in Zanzibar which I am really looking forward to! Of course I plan on showing her around the hospital where I work, the clinic, and places that I have been over the course of the last 5 months. The countdown has begun!

We have only another month here in Tanzania and then we are off to India or Bangladesh for two more months. I am looking forward to being back in India, a country that is close to my heart, but will be sad to leave this land. A land that I would love to one day call home. More than that is the people that I am leaving behind. I have made amazing friends here in Mwandege and in the hospital and to part from them will be something that I know will be very difficult. One man in particular I am not looking forward to saying goodbye to. It will be hard, but I have the hope that I will return soon and see all of these people again.

Last week I was in ICU and made a new friend. She was a patient who had been there since the 1st of February. She was referred to Temeke from her local clinic because she had profuse bleeding. She was 7 1/2 months pregnant at the time and the doctors diagnosed her as having abruptio placentae. She was transferred to ICU and labour was induced. From the time she was referred to Temeke to the time she was transferred to ICU she had lost more than 1000mls of blood. She ended up having 4 units of blood transfused, three of which after delivery. Insane! She delivered a stillborn girl weighing 1.8kg. The mama spoke very good english so I was able to communicate pretty well with her and ended up being able to set up a time to visit with her this week to make sure she is still doing okay. Please pray for her. This was her and her husband's first baby. She still has severe anaemia as well so pray for a healing as well.

Our schedule is pretty crazy and I haven't been dedicated in giving you updates like I should and for that I am very sorry. I will send an email update to my supporters in the next couple of days with a few attached pictures as well. I will also post more pictures on my blog either mid-week, at the end of the week, or both if I can.

Many blessings and Happy Valentine's Day too!

For they are fearfully and wonderfully made...

So far, I have delivered 6 babies at Temeke hospital. I have loved every moment of working in the labour ward. That is where I feel most at home here. Being with the woman as support while labouring is an amazing honour. I feel blessed to be a part of each one of these women and new babies lives. There is an indescribable feeling that I have with each delivery. What a gift to be the first to touch these little lives!

Starting with the most recent deliveries.

This is baby Isaiah. He was born 1/21/2011 at 10:46am weighing 3.5kg. When we arrived that morning, no one knew how the mama had arrived in the labour ward and her information couldn't be found. I did a VE and found that she was fully effaced and dilated. Next thing I knew the baby's head was crowning and I frantically started putting my gloves on, but the baby was coming so quickly that Rachel V had to put her hand in there to support the head. Isaiah was born with a nucal hand and the cord wrapped around his torso. 20 minutes after giving oxytocin the placenta was not delivering. We gave her another 10iu, but still no placenta. It was obvious that the only option was to remove it manually. We didn't have any long gloves for the removal so the nurse made a make-shift long glove out of 2 gloves and removed the placenta. During her delivery mama lost a lot of blood. She had definite signs of PPH. I continued monitoring her throughout the rest of the day and made sure she was drinking a lot of fluids. Due to the lack of supplies at the hospital we were unable to get an IV drip into her which would have been a more effective way of managing her PPH. By the time that I left she seemed to be doing a lot better. I made sure that one of the more trusted nurses kept an eye on her and continued to monitor her while I was gone.

Below: Baby Jacob. Born 1/19/2011 at 11:07am weighing 3.2kg. There were signs of fetal distress with him, so we prayed for a quick delivery. After his birth, he had a slight temperature so I continued to monitor him and his mama and by the time that we left for the day he seemed to be doing a lot better.

Hannah Grace! Born 1/18/2011 at 11:19am weighing 3.4kg. As she was making her way into the world I noticed that her little hand was nestled next to her face. I was able to hold her hand tightly to her face to prevent any tearing and also slip the cord that was wrapped around her neck over her shoulder nicely. Bek and I did the delivery together which was really exciting.
Beth and I were able to assist in a C/S together. I think it was the first day we worked together in the hospital since we have been in Tanzania. We named the baby girl Esther Faith. I call her the cabbage patch doll. She was a chunk! Adorable!
Gauis named after Gaius whom John addresses in the book of 3 John. Testified of his faithfulness to the truth. I felt this little one would grow to be a man who walks in truth. Born 3/12/2010 at 12:03pm weighing 3.4kg.
Little Emma. Born 2/12/2010. She was precious with her little ear flapped hat. Born at 11:25am weighing 2.7kg.
This is me with Mama and baby Dale. Named in memory of my grandfather, Dale was born 1/12/2010 at 10:39am. Wt. 2.75kg

Continue to pray for me and the team. Heartache continues as we experience trauma and tragedy on a weekly basis.

Malaria, Moving, and goodbye Mwandege...

Okay. So I know that it has been a good while since you all have heard something from me about what is happening here in Tanzania. For that I am sorry. This last month has been pretty crazy. Beth and I started out celebrating the New Year with a mass crowd of Tanzanians. We went to an overnight prayer and worship celebration at the Uhuru National Stadium with some of the people from the base. We were the only white people there! It was pretty incredible, but I have to admit that both of us couldn't make it through the entire night and fell asleep at different points during the night. Since then, as a team we have been taking a lot of time focusing on team unity. We have really enjoyed the new staff that arrived last month and I cannot believe the change in dynamics that they alone brought to our team. Bek, Sarah, Rachel and Menno are amazing. They are servant-hearted, gracious, and a lot of fun. I have really enjoyed Bek being here. She is pretty wonderful! She is from Seattle too and her sister Molly and I did our SBS (School of Biblical Studies) together in 2005. She has similar humor as her sister, so I am enjoying the jokes and laughter. Last week, I started to feel really tired and weak. I went to the clinic on base and it turns out I had malaria! Just a small little case. Nothing major. I was given some medication and was feeling back to normal within a couple of days. The worst part of having malaria though, was finding out the news that the team is moving to another location for the remainder of the time in Africa. Oh, and not that we are moving, but we are moving in the matter of 3 days! By the grace of God I was able to pack up my things and managed to get enough rest to recover from malaria. The decision to move was one that the staff took very seriously. Several of us had built very strong relationships with the staff and families on base as well as people in the village, so the idea of leaving was very painful and difficult for us. I was one of those people that had a hard time adjusting to the idea, rather the fact that we would be leaving people that I loved behind to move in order to accommodate for the external needs of the team. In the end, I did have a lot of peace about the decision and know that it was a necessary change made to help us move forward in positivity and unity. It is closer to the hospital that we work at, we have air conditioned rooms with our own bathroom, and personally I have one of the best roommates out there...Bethany. A big thank you to the staff for working so hard to find a beautiful place for us to live. So we are moved and settling in. We have had some opportunity to explore our surroundings. We are living in a Catholic Monastery and what seems like a mini walled city. This is what I have found so far, a dispensary, an orphanage, a nunnery, a somewhat cryptic cemetery, a church, and 3 canteens. It is pretty cool. I have more to explore though.
Today I delivered another baby! It's a girl! Hannah. She was born at 11:19am weighing 3.4kg and was perfect. At least I think so. It was a pretty smooth delivery. Her mum did great! Her name is Aisha and she is 16 years old. Hannah is her first baby and Aisha was able to take her time in pushing so there was only mild grazing. An answer to prayers. Bek assisted me. She was speaking praise to Jesus over the mum and the mum repeated the praise at different points of her delivery. It was really uplifting. Glory to God for a healthy mum and baby!
Ok that is all for now. Internet time has run out. I will be posting pictures for you all tomorrow! Many blessings!

Sorry just a quick hello. I am doing well and will post some pictures and updates tomorrow. We were in the process of moving last week to a new location for the remainder of outreach, so it has been pretty stressful to say the least. We have been pretty busy. I will be posting updates tomorrow after coming home from the hospital.
Much love.

Hello 2011!

Our new staff are here! Last week three new staff arrived from Perth to take the place of the staff who have been here with us for the last 3 months. It was a pretty smooth transition. With the new staff came a burst of energy and joy that has begun to revive us all. Thank you Jesus.
So we are into the new year. I am not one to make the 'new year's resolutions' that most everyone makes and then forget about come February, but I have decided that there are some commitments that I need to make to myself and to God for 2011. I am still working on that list of commitments, but the main one is that I desperately need to finish nursing school. Africa is calling me for good and the sooner I complete my studies the sooner I can come and be in a land I have come to call another home.
Work in the hospital has resumed. This week we have seen 10 deliveries in the hospital so far. Yesterday, I spent the day in the ANC and Postnatal ward and was partnered with Bethany. I love her by the way. Anyways, at one point I needed to take 5 women for ultra-sounds. Out of those 5 women, 3 had live single pregnancies, 1 had live twins, and one was 29 wks and had an IUFD. I took the women back to the ANC ward and the doctor reported the news of each ultra-sound to each of the women. My heart continues to break when I think of the look on the woman's face as she was told the news of her infant's death. After the experience though I had even more of a respect for that doctor. He took her hands into his, looked into her eyes and explained the situation. I have been struggling to get that look on her face out of my mind. It has almost been haunting. Her face turned from excitement to complete torment. Two others from my team and I were able to pray with her. I pray now that God shows himself more than ever to her and that she can see His heart even in the midst of personal tragedy.
You can't escape some things here like you can in the states. Death is almost unavoidable. When you work in a hospital like the ones here that have a lack of resources and supplies, it seems inevitable that you will encounter it everyday if not at least once a week. Processing death, especially infant death is difficult and seeing God in all of it is sometimes impossible. The fact is that no matter how impossible it seems, God is here. He is in the smiles of the women who hear their baby's first cry or lay their eyes on them for the first time. He is in the hands of skilled surgeons who make sure that they do their very best at keeping both mother and baby alive during risky cesarean sections. He is in the comforting embrace of a doctor who is giving the mother the news of the death of her infant. He is here. I just have to keep my eyes open.
Please pray life over Temeke hospital. Please pray for the doctors and nurses. PRAY FOR MORE SUPPLIES!!! They are in desperate need for even the most basic of supplies. Pray for blood. They are out of their supply.

Merry Christmas!

Many of you know that I am not a big fan of Christmas, so being in Africa away from my family makes the holiday a little more miserable. The thing that makes it worth while is that I have some pretty spectacular friends here who have in many ways become my family.
This morning as a team we had a tea time and white elephant gift exchange and after Beth and I joined Jenny and Orlando in their room for another little morning tea time Christmas celebration. Despite being so far away from my real family I didn't have the longing to be with them at home that I have had the last several days. I have come to the conclusion that no matter where you are in the world on Christmas, as long as you are with people you love and who love you back nothing else really matters.
There has been a lot that has happened here in Tanzania since I last blogged. Our quarter ended on the 19th of December and the staff switch over happens next week. We as a team are anticipating their arrival and hopefully with them will come a new restored hope in the school and the vision of why we are really here.
I cannot tell you that the last 12 weeks have been easy or incredible all the time. I would be lying if I said that. We have experienced many heartaches, discouragements and at times I am sure all of us at one point have questioned going home. We lost one. Ash decided to leave the school and go home to Australia. She left only a couple of days ago and already she is deeply missed. An incredible woman of God and I am certain that what she does next will richly bless the lives of those around her. There is no doubt that she has made my life a little more richer.
It is my love for God and my love for Africa that keeps me here. There are so many things that are calling me home, but there is no doubt in my mind that I am meant to be here. I am pretty sure that my future is here in Africa as well. As each day goes by the more that I am convinced that this is where I want to spend the majority of the rest of my days.

On Thursday, Joy and I went to Mkuranga Hospital to give them a thank you gift and Christmas blessing. The staff there (one sister in particular) were very helpful a month ago when Joy, Amy W and I went to ask some questions about the hospital and the local community for our Community Profile project. Anyways, while Joy and I were there this last week I asked if there was a Cesarean section happening while we were there. The sister told us that one was just about to start and that we would be able to go if we wanted to. It was pretty amazing. We were able to talk to the woman before operation and was able to witness it from start to finish. It was incredible. To be in the operation room and so close to the patient really was amazing. Joy worked as a surgical nurse in Singapore and talked me through the whole procedure. I learned so much and really feel like this is an area I really want to work in. I really just wanted to get my hands in there. Its a boy! He was really big. Long. When the doctor began suturing the mother up I went out and prayed over the little guy. I love babies. Holding a baby makes everything bad in the world disappear. There really is nothing better than a baby in my arms. I love it. I wish I had a picture of him to show you, but neither Joy or I had our camera. Bummer. So that was definitely one of the highlights of the last couple weeks.
We had some time off from the 14th-19th. It was a much needed time for all of us to go away and process the last 12 weeks as well as prepare for the coming 12 weeks. I spent the first night with Ash and we met up with Celia who was staying with her sister who had come to Dar for work. We had a lot of fun... we'll just leave it at that. The next night Beth, Jen and a couple of others met up with us. The remainder of the days off Beth, Ash, Jen and I spent at the beach. What a perfect way to get the much need relaxation time in. It was wonderful. We stayed in tents that resembled military tents right on the beach. The first thing you see as you step out of the tent in the morning are the ocean waves crashing into the sandy shore. Perfection.

I hope that you all are doing well and have a Merry Christmas! May the joy of the Lord fill your hearts this Christmas and New Year. Many blessings to you and your families! God Bless you!

I have tried to upload pictures several times. I will continue to try over the next couple days. Please be patient. Pictures will come.

A bomb went off in the labour room...

Yesterday I delivered a little baby boy at 10:39am. Wt: 2.75kg. In memory of my grandfather who passed away 2 years ago I named the new little one Dale. He was perfect. Mama did well. No tearing and perfect delivery of the placenta. Her name is Fatuma and she is 18 years old.
Today we arrived at the hospital just before 9am and quickly got to work. I assisted Louise with her first delivery. A little boy born at 10:39am. It was a rather good delivery, but just before leaving today the mother fell and lost a lot of blood. As one of the nurses was pulling out clots of blood I was standing over the mother praying and trying to comfort her in the midst of weakness and severe pain. Please continue to pray for her. Just before 11 am a jet flew over the hospital. It was so close to the ground that I thought that a bomb was about to go off and we were all going to die. It was so scary. I was convinced that I would soon witness the second coming. Chaos in the labour room soon followed. A labouring bomb went off. All of a sudden I was doing a delivery, Ash was bringing in a woman from antenatal who delivered on the floor beside me, Amy and Emily were doing a delivery, Celia was delivering a baby all by herself and it happened to be a baby with the cord around his neck (Noah), and there was a delivery happening in the other side of the ward. It was crazy. The baby I delivered was a little girl. She weighed 2.7kg and I named her Emma. She was born at 11:25 am. She was pretty adorable. Every baby I see I want to take home. They are just too precious.
I feel like I am really in my element here. Not only do I feel like I am in my element in the hospital, but also here in Tanzania. Africa has become home.
I will post pictures on Saturday as well as any other updates.