I have a fellow PCV friend named Kendra and like most people I know from Kentucky, she is a character. One of Kendra's goals for her Peace Corps service was to help deliver a baby. I must say, I never had much of an interest.
Today after church, one of the nurses that lives near me approached me and said if I would come with her to the clinic, she would get her keys and we could walk home together. When we arrived at the clinic there was a very pregnant women on the floor writhing around and breathing. They sat me down in a room where I heard them say she was 8 cm. And when I asked if the woman was going to deliver they said "Yeah, do you want to watch?"
And I said yes but I soon regretted it.
Growing up, because we were vegetarians, Mom always made us get blood drawn and iron checked. This is when I found out I could not be a nurse. I'm not good with needles, blood doesn't bother me much. Soon after watching this woman in such pain and trying so hard to push this baby out and she kept saying "Madame...madame..." That is when I started to get really hot and sweating and light headed and I went deaf in one ear.
Okay I do not know much about delivering babies but whatever drug or saline drip they had on her was not going in...in fact the blood started coming through the line and into the pouch...is that supposed to happen?
Then they told me to put gloves and a smock on and they gave me a bowl and told me to fill it with water and what I think was antiseptic and wash the scissors. So I did. Then they told me to stand by the Mom and when the baby came I would clean it off. And then I did. I do not want to talk about what I saw. The baby came, they gave to me, they laughed at me when they thought I was going to drop it.
I wrapped it in a wheat seed bag.
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