A Roadside Reminder
By Annet Alenyo Ngabirano, MD
From nearly 40 m away, we could see her squatting on the lawn
right by the roadside, panties pulled down, handbag lying carelessly,
forgotten, by her side. A small crowd of curious onlookers was already
gathering around, but she maintained her position on the lawn, ignoring the
strangers and their stares. Just an hour earlier, the 3 of us had been elected
as Executive Officials of Emergency Medicine Uganda, the first-ever emergency
medicine organization in Uganda. Our minds were in overdrive with ideas and
plans, and we did not have time to join a crowd of curious onlookers staring at
a clearly mentally unwell woman. Someone suggested we should perhaps inform
the security guard at the main gate on our way out, to take her to the
A&E for a quick psychiatric evaluation. Our minds were racing with thoughts
of all the many other important things we had to do, and plan for, until we got
close….
What we saw from 3 m away made me feel so ashamed of my earlier
thoughts and indifference. The lady was young, perhaps even younger than me.
The panties she had pulled down were stained with so much blood you could not
tell their original color. She was clutching her lower abdomen, face twisted in
severe pain as she looked right up at us. Her pleading brown eyes filled
with pain, and something else. Something I couldn’t quite identify. Anxiety?
Fear? Perhaps even anger. Something was terribly wrong. Instinctively, all 3 of
us rushed across the road to her side.
Up close, her posture was odd. Her left knee was on
the ground, strategically placed as if to protect or perhaps hide what
appeared to be a pile of bloodstained clothes and a polythene paper behind
her. We introduced ourselves, assuring her we were doctors and would like to
help. Surprise flashed across her face for a few seconds before she gingerly
moved her knee, allowing us to see what she was shielding. A lifeless fully
formed fetus lay half on bare grass and half on a bloody piece of cloth, the
placenta still attached to its protective mother. I understood her pain then,
perhaps as only a mother can. I, too, would have squatted bare in front of
strangers to protect the dignity of my child, even in death.
What followed was driven by both compassion and passion; this
woman’s fierce bravery and quiet desperation were a reminder of why we are what
we are. Our discussions and plans could wait, but this could not. This is why
we made plans, why we sat in meetings—our patients.
We were nearly a kilometer from the nearest medical
care and supplies, but this lioness of a mother had come prepared with a
pair of bedsheets and 2 packages of sterile gloves in her bag. Within minutes,
Joseph, Fred, and a lady passing by were holding up her bedsheets to form
a makeshift privacy screen. The unspoken consensus was that, being a woman and
a mother, I was best suited to examine the lady.
She was fully conscious and oriented, with no mucosal pallor.
Her pulse was surprisingly full, albeit in the range of mild tachycardia. There
was no obvious bleeding per vagina, and the placenta was still in situ. A
medical student passing, predictably, thankfully, had a surgical blade in his
pocket. Using the rubber cuffs from the gloves as cord ties, there on a lawn by
the roadside near the hospital gate, I severed the physical bond between a
grief-stricken mother and her dead child. I carefully wrapped the tiny,
lifeless body in a cloth and handed the stillborn child to its mother. As there
was no active bleeding and she was stable, our best option was to use some of
the mother’s clothes to pad her perineum and take her to the maternity ward for
more definitive management.
This was her short
painful history. She was 29 years old, living with her mother. This was her
second miscarriage. The first had been at a similar gestational age, about 5
to 6 months. The pain had started at 1 pm that day, 6 hours before presentation. It had been
gradually increasing in intensity, but there was very little blood until just
as she delivered the baby onto the lawn. Having no other alternative, she had
traveled by Boda Boda (commercial
motorbike) all the way from her home, over 10 km away.
By the time we handed her over to the ob/gyn team,
a million thoughts had flooded my mind. What could have gone wrong?
Was this something we could have prevented? What about the effect of a bumpy
ride over 10 km in her condition?
This story is not
unique, and neither is it uncommon. The sad stories and preventable deaths are
too numerous to count. Time-sensitive illness and injuries take a
heavy toll, especially in vulnerable populations such as pregnant and
lactating women, and children. The only way this can be reduced is by
recognizing, addressing, and improving the inadequacies of our health systems,
and emergency medical care must be at the forefront of this effort. Much has
been done, but so much remains to do. We can, and should—nay, must—continue our efforts.
As more and more countries begin to design and implement
emergency care systems, we should tailor them to address the common causes of
mortality and morbidity in our communities.
During a recent
meeting with a mentor and patron, Dr. Olive Kobusingye, MD, about
emergency care in Uganda, she emphasized this simple but powerful truth:
“Commitment is half the task.” For us to see change in emergency care not only
in Uganda but also across Africa, we must be committed to creating the change
we need to see (http://www.emergencymedicineuganda.com/2015/04/commitment-is-half-task-dr-olive.html).
We must make a commitment today to change emergency medical care
across Africa so that we may hope for a brighter tomorrow.
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| Birth at the Roadside |
This was published in the Annals of Emergency Medicine
References:
- Ngabirano, A. A. 2016. A Roadside Reminder. Annals of Emergency Medicine. 67(3). 409-410 doi:10.1016/j.annemergmed.2015.07.51
- Image, "Birth at he roadside." Available at https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc6_4EV8GdKQYuthg0ja_fKG_82zcUJt6LAgxUMn22ioCInBprQunBpGpHRdMppcBekEnWCqlm5TXMDyyQ1-fQTKRYDNWcMK8Mdh7waW2s73DEL-WXiPRVeWPn_wRhA3kvSxZYAqnm85s/s1600/gives-birth-by-roadside-Lagos+1.jpg
