I have to admit that I have been putting off blogging about
my hospital experience here. This is
mostly because I’m personally still trying to process everything as it has been
quite the emotional and educational roller coaster. That being said, I would
like to add a disclaimer that some of my thoughts I’m going to blog about here
are very raw, honest and I am very aware that I am by no means an expert on
medical training or health care systems.
Anyway, back to my roller coaster, on my overnight shift last
night I delivered twins!!! I was by myself, with minimal supervision and the
second twin was actually breech (feet first). It was an incredible experience
and truly one of the coolest things I have done in my life. However, this
amazing experience for me also highlights the health disparities at play
between our two countries and systems. In the US, a twin pregnancy would be
highly supervised, would most likely result in cesarean section, and no matter
what happened, would definitely NOT be handled by a lone 4th year
med student. Additionally, as I was delivering twins, the woman in labor next
to me was at risk of rupturing her uterus (and thus most likely losing her own
life and her baby’s life) because no operating room was available for her to
have a cesarean section due to the water being out and linens not being clean. While
I have some guilt over the fact that I was basically alone while delivering
these twins, I also think it is sad how much we are shielding our young doctors
from experiences like this. We have come so far from trying to do things as
naturally as possible, and instead have added a large amount of technology to
the process and slowly chipped away at a hands on learning experience when
dealing with rare complications. Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy our maternal
mortality is much improved due to this technology, but a lot of times I feel
the use is driven by litigation and defensive medicine than it is by true
patient safety. We have very under served populations in the United States and I
feel that adequate, comprehensive training to deal with their complications and
events is harder to come by in the US than sometimes it should be.
This one hour of my experience pulls in so many things that
I have been struggling with and growing from, but also have been really
enjoying throughout my rotation here. Yes, resources are low. Yes, patients
come to the hospital quite sicker and later than they should. Yes, sometimes
things don’t go as efficiently as they should. However, the doctors, nurses and
staff I have met are wicked smart, they are amazing diagnosticians and have skills that
most physicians in developed countries have never even thought of having. For
example, my first day on OB I was astonished to find that the fetal heart
monitoring system was not electronic cords and dopplers surrounding and
ensnaring the patient, but was a wooden “fetoscope” which looks more like it
belongs in the kitchen than in the OB ward. The first few days I couldn't hear
anything, but after a few dozen tries I finally am able to find most heart
beats with the fetoscope. Just getting used to using this rudimentary tool
developed my diagnostic sense and awareness within a few days.
Additionally, I have
also noticed how well adapted clinicians are to giving the best care they
possibly can to patients day in and day out. The acuity and the amount of
patients these physicians deal with is incredible. Often times when I am on the
ward for merely 2 hours I feel is I have worked a 12 hour shift in the States. For
example, I was working in OB triage checking a woman’s cervix when I turned
around and saw two feet sticking out of a woman’s vagina. My intern (who is
amazingly talented) luckily came in seconds later and delivered the very blue
baby in the middle of triage without breaking a sweat (literally, he was
completely calm and I was sweating my gazankers off). Afterwards, with nothing
more than a drying blanket and a half functioning bag mask, the intern and I
worked to resuscitate the baby. I, in no way, possessed the qualifications to
be one of two people resuscitating that baby. I am not a pediatrician, I am not
even a pediatric resident and I haven’t even taken by pediatric life support
course yet. Thankfully, my intern is much more experienced than I and together
we did succeed in resuscitating the babe and overall turned a terrifying
situation into a really happy one. Even
though this situation turned out well, I have to stress how incredible it is
that it was managed by the intern as well as it was. To give you perspective, a
third year OBGYN resident from the United States told me she had never seen a
breech vaginal delivery (she by the way is amazing to be on a rotation with and I feel so lucky to have her there too!). In the United States we scan and scan and scan and if
the baby ever turns breech we try to turn it or we move immediately to Cesarean
section. Very, VERY few physicians or midwives will attempt a breech vaginal
delivery, and in my two weeks of being here I have been a part of 2.
Another refreshing thing is that patients take a lot of
ownership over their health. This might mean that they frustratingly refuse
treatment because they feel that it is just evil spirits that will take their
disease away, but this also might mean bringing something up in their chart
that I completely would have missed had they not pointed it out to me. Patients
are incredibly strong, resilient and patient (no pun intended) as well. Women
sit for hours in labor on the cold, dirty concrete floor as they wait for a cot
to open up. Once they get a bed, they lay a plastic sheet or garbage bag down,
labor and deliver with absolutely no anesthesia and minimal supervision. I’ve
also seen episiotomies and vaginal laceration repairs done without ANY (not
even local) anesthesia, and sometimes the woman doesn't even flinch. At the end
of the day, no matter how much they scream, they always end up saying “Thank
you so much musawo” (Musawo means doctor). I felt terrible that I was the only
one at my patient’s twin delivery, however, judging by the gratitude coming
from the patient and her husband, you would have thought I bought them a new
house.
I can’t pretend all my thoughts and ideas are processed
through rose colored glasses though. A lot of times I sit around with other
international students at lunch and just debrief about how inefficient and
sometimes just how plain wrong things go. There are many patients dying from
preventable mistakes that could have been caught by a number of people (which
also happens in our health care system). There is sometimes an incredibly
frustrating lack of urgency. Often times, I just want to clean the C section OR
myself because there are so many women on the list who needed a C section 1
week ago, but probably won’t be able to get in until the next day. Most
frustrating though, is that even though this is exactly the type of patients
and the severity of conditions I have a passion for treating, I have little to
no say in what happens here. I feel like there are all these things that could
be improved but again, I can do little to nothing about it. Furthermore, on the
flip side, I feel like it is going to be really hard for me to bring the same
empathy to developed patients as I once did. Suddenly a housewife from the
suburbs whining about not vaccinating her children against very preventable
diseases makes me even more angry as I’m watching children die every day but
just not having basic resources available to them. Again, I apologize if this
is too harsh, these are merely my knee jerk reactions and might especially be
more blunt as I’m writing this after being up for 36 hours J.
While the above paragraph is probably my most negative and
harshest critiques of both situations, what it comes down to is that we just
come from such different worlds, backgrounds, resources and cultures. However,
I do not think this is an excuse to allow one world to suffer so incredibly,
while another has ample resources that could easily be shared. I’ve struggled a
lot with exactly how to deal with these emotions and frustrations and I have to
say the only answer I’ve really been able to come up with is that learning from
each other and working with each other can hopefully bring our two worlds
closer together. As my very wise global health professor e-mailed me “learn,
grown and give back” and right now that is all I think we all can do to start
solving these problems.