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Showing posts with label clinic. Show all posts

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Mama Gloria: Opened A Free Clinic For the Sick And Poor, Lovina, Bali

Shortly After The Death Of Her Son, She Escaped
Australia.

She went to Bali for a much needed time of rest,recovery and healing.
Mama Gloria, affectionately  named by her patients,  has  devoted the
last 19 years  of  her life to  provide free  medical care and education
for the poorest of  the poor in Bali.



Gloria and Daughter
She was shocked to witness in Bali that there was almost  no medical 
care for the poor  and the  facilities available were  extremely limited.
With  a background, both in  social work and nurses training, she had
a calling to reach out and  help in some way.

At first, she first  began to run a makeshift clinic out of  her suitcase
in a  room in Candi Dasa on the east coast of Bali.  Eventually she
moved to the north coast area of  Lovina, which is know for its basic
friendliness and relaxed way of life. For all the years in Bali, she has
had to rely entirely on tourist donations to run the clinic. She became
the  founder and director of Bali Crisis Care Foundation, in the village
of Dusun Lebah, Kaliasem, Lovina. Bali Crisis Care provides urgently
needed medical care, health education, drop in emergency treatment
and outreach  community care. Working closely with Gloria,the staff
includes a highly trained Balinese doctor, nurses and midwives.

Amazingly, as if she hadn't done enough to make a difference, she
opened up her heart one more notch, when she decided to adopt
and raise a Balinese child from the time of birth.

Bali Crisis Care Ambulance, Lovina, Bali

Bali Crisis Care Clinic, Lovina, Bali



Bali Crisis Care Foundation, Lovina, Bali 



Little boy with serious burns after a motorbike accident.


Same little boy before the motorbike accident. 
His father runs a business from a motorbike.


On  my first trip to  Bali, I too was  grieving the loss of a dear friend
and it was  his death that led me on the path of looking for some way
to be of service, my own fulfilling niche.

From day one, Bali seemed like a second home to me, where I slept
more  soundly,  connected  with  people more  easily, found  magic
moments  wherever I went. The  culture is  beautiful,  exotic, filled
with love, peace,  adventure  and  it was  much like a little paradise
for  me.

I've  heard that this is  a common  experience for tourists when they
come to Bali!

However of course, Bali is Not a Paradise for the Poor!
At  the same time  that I experienced  the bliss, I also  opened up
my eyes and saw the overwhelming poverty, deformity, pain and
suffering.  Newborn  babies are still held hostage in the  hospitals
until families cough up the money to pay the entire bill. There are
times  when families must  sell their home  property  before  they
can  take their baby home. People die at  a young age, needlessly
because they cant afford healthcare. 

When I toured  a government  hospital, I witnessed what  it was
appalling. One small bathroom for a large room  of patients and
their families, who camp out next to their family member's  bed.
Old, bloody  rags  lying  around  on  the floor. The lack  of well
trained doctors and nurses are another problem.

After  meeting Gloria, each  time  I'd visit Bali, I felt inspired to
bring an extra suitcase of donations, including prescriptions and
medical supplies. At that time it became easy for me  to become
a much needed fund raiser and with the help of donors from  the
U.S.A and other countries,  the Bali Crisis Care Foundation was
able to eventually buy land and build a clinic.

I always  love visiting and hearing  about the projects she  has been 
involved with,whether it be  the organic gardening  group, a sewing
program, deliveries of needed wheelchairs, free water and recycled
mattresses to the needy,  and  the list goes on.  All those projects are
in addition to child deliveries, taking care of  patients  with  injuries,
auto accidents, tuberculosis, dengue fever, typhus, rheumatoid fever,
polio and intestinal infections.


Tour the Clinic and Make a Donation.

Gloria will give you a tour of the clinic and share fascinating stories
about everyday life in Bali, about patients who have survived well
because of their care at the clinic, about unusual medical cases and
about treatments offered by the local balians or dukans. (Balinese
medicine men) Gloria has an infectious sense of humor and you will
feel enfolded with her loving care when you meet her.

Anyone wanting to donate to Bali Crisis Care Foundation can transfer
money via Western Union or deposit into their banks in Indonesia and
Australia. If you are coming to Bali for a vacation you are welcome to
visit her in person and hand over any kind of donation.  Although, on
the website, she gives tips on what they need. When visiting the clinic
in Lovina, you  can get a  better understanding of how your money is
allocated.  Please email  her at least a few days in advance, if you are
planning to visit.

Contact Information:
www.balicrisiscare.org
Phone: +62 (0)362 422 86,
Mobile: +62 (0)81 2377 4649
Email: Balicrisiscare@hotmail.com

(A few of the  photos were taken from www.balicrisiscare site.)



Saturday, November 1, 2014

Full Moon Babies, Ubud, Bali

The Day I Helped Ibu Robin, The Midwife
Deliver 2 Babies.

Seems Like Yesterday


(Warning:  The following  may be a little graphic)


10 years ago, it was in the early morning that I decided to call Ibu Robin,
a woman born in America, who dedicated her life as a midwife in Bali

Since Robin does her work for free or by donation and relies on contributions
from tourists, I had packed a bag full of soft cotton baby blankets, talcum
powders and miniature toothbrushes donated by my dentist.

Ibu Robin answered the phone, " Hi Rose, hurry...come over right now as
I have 2 first time moms about to deliver" and "I can use your help".

At that very moment, I was flooded with memories of being an expectant
mom myself, while racing back to my bungalow to pack my donation bag. 
I also  negotiated with Wayan, who was lingering on the street corner, to
drive me to the newly built clinic, which happens to be on the other side
of Monkey Forest.

Arrival At The Clinic

After some searching for the Bumi Sehat Foundation in the village of
Nui Kuning, I finally arrived at the clinic, where it seemed strangely quiet. 
(perhaps the quiet before the storm?)
 
Moms Looks Like A Limp Fish

I entered one of the birthing rooms, wh
ere a mom was having contractions,
while semi-lying in a bathtub of lukewarm water, looking alot like a
limp fish. 


After about 30 minutes of contractions, we were called to another birthing
room to assist another  mom, who at that moment, was closer to pushing
her baby out.
 

Mom #1 Delivers Her Baby


Mom #1 was lying on a bed in a dimly lit room, surrounded by the love
of her family.  Her husband was gently coaching her and her older sister

was massaging her breasts and nipples, to help stimulate the next
contraction.  Ha...somehow, I couldn't imagine my own sister doing this
for me.

I was asked by Ibu Robin to wrap the baby when he comes out
in a cotton cloth and place him onto the woman's abdomen. 
Also I will be responsible for keeping track of 3 important delivery
times:  1. head delivery 2. full body delivery 3. placenta delivery,

as well as the baby's first cry. 

After a long period of pushing, grunting and profuse sweating
with her legs spread apart, steadily held in position by family, the baby's
head started to peek out as a tiny, round patch of black furry hair. 
Excitement and anticipation was in the air!  
I had my eye on the clock for the appointed delivery times, which
iIbu Robin said would be important at a later time for use in
Balinese astrology. 


I was ready! 

I felt my hands getting hot, wet and tingly as I  held the cloth, while
playing  a video in my mind of exactly how the baby should be wrapped
at the important moment.  


The only sound  in the room was a single rooster crowing
loudly outside the window and I wondered if  the rooster knew  what
was coming?

As Ibu Robin expected, the baby was positioned
in a  breach position, with the head facing up and the bottom facing

down. bu Robin needed to pull and tug on the head and maneuver
the shoulders and arms to get the baby in the right positions and to
comeout safely.  This was not a quick,  simple or easy task, but she
did so with great skill!    All I could think of was, Thank God for Ibu Robin!

When finally the baby came out, I could feel my own heart palpitations
because the dear little goddess was a dark blue color and didn't seem 
in any hurry to start breathing or crying.

I placed her immediately on the mom's belly. The baby was then gently
and lovingly massaged with the family hands.  I think everyone was
worried that the baby might not start breathing, and perhaps I was right,
because at that moment I thought it,  the family started praying out loud
for a couple of minutes, of what seemed like forever with
faces that looked panicked.  


Then something miraculously happened.  The father bent down and sang
a little Balinese song (Javanese mantra) into the ear of the baby. 

Within seconds, the baby started to meow like a tiny kitten, then revved
upinto a weak whimpering scream, and finally erupted into
a cry of the wild cat.

The whole room was suddenly filled with
JOY and humble prayers of thanks!


Break Time - Peanuts And Chocolate


After a hot, intensive delivery and hard labor,
I had a short break outside with Ibu Robin.

We rewarded  and replenished ourselves by nibbling on peanuts. 
Meanwhile a dear friend surprised us, opened up his secret stash
of M & Ms, and then  popped them into our expectant, happy  mouths.  


Mom #2 Delivers Her Baby

Soon, we were called to the birthing room of Mom #2.  Also, getting
limp and soggy in the tub, she had been moved to a bed, and was
enduring a long, hard labor.  The baby's black hairy crop could be seen
momentarily while pushing, but then was sucked back inside of mom,
after the contraction was over. 

Time seemed to stop and we were truly on "Bali Time".
After a discouraging amount of time (an hour?)
of pushing with the baby's head crowning but
going nowhere, it was clear that the baby's head was not going to fit
through the vaginal opening.  Both the mom's and the baby's
heart rates had gone up, which showed that they were both in distress. 

I must add here, that neither one of the laboring
moms made any noise. They were so quiet, like  little mice
and neither one of them had any anesthesia or
pain medication.  This matches up with the Balinese culture of always
holding a smiling face and never complaining.

At one heightened moment, Ibu lost her glasses, while I frantically
searched and eventually found them on far side of the room. 
It was time to cut the vagina.
I could already feel the pain, and I certain did not want to do it!


Finally It Happened!

Ibu Robin grabbed  the scissors and quickly made an episiotomy cut.

In a flash, the baby's head shot out like a little torpedo.
Then along with the baby's wet, coated  body, at least 1 pint of blood
came  gushing  out, pouring onto the handy, red plastic, bed sheet.  
The  baby was bluish in color and also
Not breathing or crying.  

Just as beautifully orchestrated as the previous birth,
the dad sang the little song in the baby's  ear, and
miraculously the baby started crying. 
The family all showed sighs of relief and
smiles on their faces. I too, was able to
take a large, deep welcoming breath.

 

However, this time both the mom and the baby were put on oxygen. 
Also, the mom needed a shot of Pitocin to stop the bleeding. 
Ibu Robin used a straw and her mouth to suction out the mucus
from the clogged up baby.   Meanwhile, multiple towels
were used to soak up the pools of blood and then Ibu Robin did some
fine handiwork of suturing up the vaginal incisional area .
Mom grimaced as I held her squeezing hand, but she  made no
complaints.

Eventually after a couple of minutes, the baby's color began
to become more pink but it was still a very intense situation.
It was obvious that this baby need close watching.

Some Thoughts After The Deliveries

Ibu Robin told me that both of these births were very unusual and
difficult deliveries.  I wondered if it might be because of the Full
Moon?  But that didn't make sense because the full moon in Bali
is always associated with good luck and a good  time for ceremonies.

The placenta,, considered  to be the baby's  birth twin and guardian
angel, would later according to Balinese tradition, be buried with
reverence and ceremony under a potted plant at
the front of the family home.   Also, a tiny piece of the umbilical
cord would be  ceremoniously placed inside a silver charm, which the
baby will wear as a necklace for protection.

While each one of these babies were being born, I thought about how
closely related Life and Death really are.  It seemed a miracle to me
when each one of the babies finally took their first breath.  At that very
moment, they chose LIFE. 

In all my 30 years of working as a Registered Nurse.......

I had never had the opportunity to deliver a baby.
I saw one or two deliveries as a student.
Of course, the delivery of  my own son 35 years ago, was a highlight in
my life. Here and now in Bali, within only a 3 hour period of time, I felt
blessed to help with the delivery of 2 babies.

What a magical place Bali is!

After the deliveries, I visited the squat toilet in the tiny bathroom and
wash out my only t-shirt in the sink, which was apparently
splattered with blood.  The air was scorching hot and misty,
and I didn't mind putting it back on, while it was soaking wet.  
Ok...I had a new "wet t-shirt" look!
 
The rain had stopped.

Before I finally left the clinic, the babies were happily nursing at their
mom's breasts and the families were  joyfully hugging
me with gratitude.

Just then, I got a glimpse of why Ibu Robin does
her work!

As I looked up, I saw the most beautiful Full Moon
glowing brightly in the sky!