Today I got to witness the miracle of life...SEVEN times!

We awoke this morning and headed to UAQ per the usual bus route (Sarah and I have now become pros). After a much needed cup of coffee, we hopped on the bus and drove to Hospital Especialidades del Niño y la Mujer for our second day of clinical experience. Since we switched from the areas we were in yesterday, I was able to spend my time today in Labor & Delivery, which was quite an experience for someone who has never witnessed birth before! The unit is set up such that you can witness basically every stage of the birthing process--from the beginning of labor all the way to postpartum. The women in active labor are concentrated in three major areas with the beds lined up one next to the other. When I woman is about ready to deliver, she will be moved to a different room without any other patients inside. However, if the baby comes too quickly or there is not enough of these single rooms available, she will deliver in the room amongst the other women. Although I clearly have never personally experienced birth in a Mexican hospital, I would imagine there is a sense of silent camaraderie amongst the women giving birth in this unit at a given time. None of the women really spoke to one another (and who could blame them while experiencing the pains of labor), yet I imagine that they could sympathize very deeply with one another as they brought life into the world together.
Throughout the course of our five hours on the unit, I witnessed 3 C-sections and 4 vaginal births. At first, I was not sure how I would react. Would I feel a little queasy or dizzy, or handle it just fine? Thankfully, as a I watched the first birth, an uncomplicated C-section, no sudden urge to faint hit me, or my fellow students :) In fact on the contrary, I was in awe of the well-choreographed performance of the doctors and nurses, as they cut open the woman's belly and within minutes brought a beautiful baby up to his or her mom to receive a "besito" (little kiss). In addition to the actual C-section, we were able to watch as the medical student checked the baby's vitals, reflexes, and measurements. Later in the day, I watched two more C-sections, one of which was emergent. I had been with the mother roughly 15 minutes before the C-section, listening to the baby's heart with something called a trumpet, when it became clear to the doctors that something was not right. As it turned out, there was meconium inside the uterus and a C-section was necessary. Although it was a less than ideal circumstance, it was interesting for us to be able to see how this problem is handled. When the baby was delivered, we watched as the doctor suctioned to the baby to make sure any of the meconium she may have ingested was removed.
The ease with which the doctors on the unit delivered the babies was also characteristic of the vaginal births we saw. One minute a woman was laboring beside the other women and the next she was wheeled to the other room where she pushed until the baby came. While the woman pushed, we repeatedly heard "mi hija," a term of endearment in Spanish to help encourage the mothers that their perfect miracle was coming after just a bit more pain. Of the 4 vaginal births we saw, two had time to be wheeled into the separate room while two women delivered in the shared room.
I would like to tell you all that today was all a joyful celebration of new life, but unfortunately the world we live in is flawed and the good mixes in with the bad every day. After seeing about 4 births, we also watched a spontaneous abortion, which is another way to describe a miscarriage. I was reminded today that those working in a Labor & Delivery unit will not only witness the miracle of new life, but also the sorrow of a lost life.
Part of our purpose for being in Mexico, as I'm sure you've seen before on our blog, is to identify differences and similarities in the healthcare system/hospitals in the US and in Mexico. For me, today was a lot more about similarities than it was about differences. Yes, the unit is set up differently with women next to women during active labor rather than women with their families in separate rooms. Yes, the doctors and nurses may document differently or use different kinds of sterilization equipment. However, the experiences of labor I witnessed today were the same experiences of labor I would have witnessed in the US. I would have seen the same sights of fetal monitors and a flurry of activity; the same smells of different bodily fluids, and the same sounds of women crying out in pain and of doctors/nurses spurring her on to continue pushing. Granted the amount of patients in Labor & Delivery today afforded me the opportunity to witness many more births than most 19 year old have seen, the things I witnessed were similar to the things I would have witnessed in the US.
The universality of labor was a reminder for me today that people of different backgrounds and cultures are more alike than we often stop to consider. My very first post on this site two weeks ago focused on how I was feeling like the "other," but with my experiences today I saw how the "other" doesn't really exist in a lot of ways. We all experience much of the same joy and pain, love and loss. And the most important thing? We are all the treasured children of a great, great God, which is truly the only thing that matters.