Mota Fofalia, India

Mota Fofalia, India
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Saturday, January 25, 2014

Attract a crowd

I went on a walk through town today. I've done this many times. I enjoy it. And, usually, it is uneventful! A group of men called me to them. I went, wondering if they were going to tell me I didn't belong there. They wanted to speak to me, but in Gujarati. When they found out I speak English, they just smiled and looked at me. And, the crowd got bigger. And bigger. Finally, I asked if I could walk into the neighborhood. They said yes. But, I took a following. A group of kids followed me all through town. I turned around to take a picture, and they scattered. But, pretty soon, they gathered again. After finding out my name, they said "Zulie, photo." and pointed to something. I got all sorts of random pictures of people and things. But, the most fascinating thing was the crowd that followed me! What a site! I felt like a movie star! :)

Funny thing

Our NICU had been opened and is running well, with 1 glitch....  I typically come up to check on the nurses and patients before going to bed. Last night, when I came up, I found the NICU was locked. No nurse was inside. The mother was also coming to feed her baby. I went to find the nurse. When I found her, she could not get into the NICU either. They installed a new security system today that requires a fingerprint. Great idea, but they did not enroll any of the nurses. Not a great idea! So, the baby was locked inside the NICU and all the people that could take care of him were locked out. I went to find the people who run the hospital in their house, and the problem was solved! Luckily! No harm done!

Friday, January 24, 2014

Two Problems

There are two problems we are running into starting a hospital in a rural province in India. First, people cannot afford to pay. We accept and want to treat all patients! There is a nominal fee for cares ($1.50 for a delivery). But, most  people cannot afford to pay that. So, we accept and treat them anyway. It is difficult to figure out where the money will come from to treat these people, but we will find a way.

The other problem is, in other areas of India, people are still very poor. But, they know when to take their child to the doctor. In this area, they don't. They don't bring them until they are very sick. Sometimes, it is too late. I asked the doctor if he thinks they are not recognizing that there is a problem. He said, "no." He thinks they don't bring them until they start interrupting the daily life of the family. This is a farming area. Many families work in the fields 7 days a week. That's the way they earn money to support their family. Any interruption to that can result in them not having money to feed themselves and their family. So, they are hesitant to take the time to accept that someone is sick enough to get care. The quandary is, how do you change that? I, of course, think the answer is education. Which this family is trying to do. They run a school as well as a hospital. But, some poor families don't take the time for that!

Traditional Meal

Last night, I enjoyed a traditional Indian meal. A friend of the Patel's wanted me to have that experience. We sat on mats on the floor. Like every other Indian meal, we ate with no utensils, using only the right hand. The Roti that was served with this meal was very thick. So, it was hard for me to tear with one hand. I have not mastered that art yet. And, it was hard to pick food up with it. So, I ended up scooping. The food in India is spicy compared to what I am used to. I have been able to tolerate it just fine, but there was something served with this meal that made my eyes water. They were all very worried about me, but I survived! They serve a sweet thing with the meal that tastes like brown sugar. They also had homemade butter and milk. I have noticed they don't serve water until the end. Then, they use the leftover water to rinse off their hands onto their plate/bowl. I always enjoy new experiences!

Thursday, January 23, 2014

NICU opening

We opened the NICU yesterday. We admitted a patient in Cardiac Failure. The patient came to the Emergency Department with trouble breathing and poor feeding, and was found to have a loud murmur. The patient had been to a couple doctors, but the mother was told the patient had a cold. I was here for the opening of the Pediatric Hospital in October, but there were problems with the NICU area. so, they were unable to use the beds until now. Exciting that I was here for the opening of the hospital, and for the first patients using the beds! I had to read the manuals to find out how to use the equipment, because no-one knew. I taught the nurses how to use them today! Unfortunately, the baby had to be sent to a bigger hospital for an echocardiogram and heart surgery today!

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Dinner

We went "out" to eat the other night. When they said, "out" I had no idea where we would end up. Mota Fofalia is very remote. There is nothing that looks like a restaurant in town. We drove for about 20 minutes past the village. I thought we would come to another village, but we didn't. Instead, we pulled off the side of the road by a farm. There was a green tarp that had some lawn chairs underneath. People were harvesting a grain. Then, they served it to you for dinner. It was pretty good. And, like most meals in India, an interesting experience. We ate at the nursing school yesterday. The staff there were anxious about serving me India food. Meghna said, "Don't worry! She's used to it!"

Female culture

We interviewed a perspective new nurse. The "nurse" didn't have any training in healthcare, and wanted twice as much as this hospital is willing to pay. So, they didn't hire her. What I thought interesting is, first, that this girl had not been to nursing school. Second, that a man came with her. I asked Meghna about it. She said it was her husband. She said this is typical in India, because it is still very male dominant. She said if the girl is not married, her father or brother will come with her.

That lead to further discussion of the male dominated society. The things you read are true. Women are getting more education now days. And, they are working outside the home more. But, it is still at the discretion of her family, and husband after she gets married. A very educated women may not be allowed to continue her education or to work once she is married. And, men are still educated more often than women. In India, there is 85 women to every 100 men. There are more men than women. Because boy children are preferred, and ultrasound has been introduced, women will illegally abort a child if it is a female. Also, male children are more likely to get healthcare if they are sick. I think these things are progressing, but they are still happening today. For some reason, the society hasn't realized that if they only have male children, pretty soon, the population  will die. Because, without females, you can't have males. It doesn't make a lot of sense. The good news is, if you are a girl that survives to adulthood, you are more likely to get married than you are in Utah or the US! My problem would be solved! :)

In the hospitals, all nurses are female. They don't do any procedures or assess patients. They are taught assessment, and recognizing certain conditions in nursing school, but really the doctor takes over that responsibility in practice. One good thing is, there are more and more female doctors. In Medical School, there are 4 females to every 6 males. That may not seem even, but in this society, it's pretty remarkable. In my visits, I talked with some female doctors that practice the same as the males.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Museums

Because we were in the city for a wedding, we decided to stay. So, I got to be a tourist for a day. The price for a tourist to get into the museum is 10x that of a resident. I didn't think that was a very good deal. The museum was a typical museum. Nice, with interesting artifacts about history. I ended up being the biggest attraction for many attending. I didn't see any other caucasion people there. Groups of young people kept milling around. Occasionally getting up the nerve to say, "hi" or "hello," and then giggling. Finally, a girl mustered up the courage to ask for a picture. When I said yes, the flood gates opened. I ended up being in people's picture's more than the artifacts at the museum. The girls I was with got a kick out of it. So did I!

Traditional Wedding

I attended a Traditional India Wedding. In India, weddings are still arranged in most cases. There is a lot of tradition that surrounds the engagement and wedding day. This includes the bride's family offering gifts to the groom's family. And, then, a cleansing ceremony that takes place at the Bride's house 2 days before the wedding. The bride cannot see the groom for those 2 days. The bride is then taken to the grooms house is a special carriage just for that occasion. I did not get to participate in that part. I just went to the celebration. We ate Indian food. Then, we were given roses. I'm not sure what you're supposed to do with the roses, but the girls I was with ate theirs. So, that's what I did. It turns out, roses smell better than they taste!

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Hospital Work

This is an exercise in patience! I am still struggling with getting the low birth weight baby fed. I've been working with the nurses on that. Today, I scheduled a meeting with all of the nurses to talk about the importance of feeding. It's sometimes difficult to understand! :)
Other things are progressing a little bit. I met with Meghna today to talk about my goals my stay. One of them is educating the nurses. I'm also going to meet with the community Health Care Workers. I'll hopefully go to a Nursing School and government hospital as well. Today, I met with the supply room to find out what supplies they have and what they need. I also followed up with a few malnourished children. 1 is the baby from last time. He has a name. It's Vicar. Often times, people in India don't name their babies until they are 1, because the survival rate is not good. Despite it's advancements, India still has one of the highest infant mortality rates in the world. But, Vicar is doing well. I told some of you that when one of our doctor's followed up with Vicar in November, at 1 month of age, he was almost dead. She brought him back to the hospital, where he stayed for a month. Then, he was sent home with formula. He is now up to about 5 pounds, which is double his birthweight. That's good. They are following him, so it's looking more promising.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Mota Fofalia village

I went into the village this afternoon. I ran across a marriage party! Everyone was so excited to see me! They invited me to come in and eat. I politely declined! But, they insisted I at least take pictures!

Then, I found a little neighborhood. People were on their roofs flying kites for the International Kite festival. I waved and got some little girls giggling. Then, put another little girl in a fit of tears. I must look so scary to some kids!

India in January

I am back in India. And, the saga continues. This is an exercise in patience! We have another low birth weight patient. This time, the mother can stay. The doctor ordered the baby to eat 5 cc's every 2 hours. I checked on the baby in the morning, and the baby had taken 3 cc's, and skipped one of the feedings. I emphasized the importance of giving the baby all that the doctor has ordered. I came back later, and they had placed a feeding tube. I was so impressed! I thought they were learning! Then...the baby only took 3 cc's the next feeding. They didn't use the feeding tube. Sometimes, I don't understand! So, I tried to be very clear. I hope that they understand, and that the baby continues to get fed. It's really not right that a baby should be born healthy, although small, and then starve to death. That shouldn't happen!

Indian adventure

During my first visit to the Mota Fofalia hospital, I found that the nurses and facility were unprepared to provide care to Pediatric Patients. The structure is beautiful! But the nurses are untrained. I taught them how to do vital signs. That's right, they didn't do them! I taught them how to count a heart rate, a respiratory rate, and take a temperature. And, what these numbers mean.

We ran into some bumps. The most significant to me was a low birth weight baby that was born while I was there. This baby weighed less than 3 lbs. The mother started coughing up blood, so we knew she likely had TB. The hospital was not equipped to care for a mother with TB, so she could not stay there. We knew that if the baby did not stay, he would die. He was too weak to breast feed. This was against the culture. In India, family members are required to stay with the children to care for them. We talked them into going against the culture. I tried to teach the mother that she must keep hand expressing breast milk, or she would loose her supply. The grandfather insisted he take the baby and mother home, but we convinced him that wasn't a good idea. So, the baby stayed. The doctor ordered a minimum amount that the baby must eat. The baby wouldn't eat that amount, but the nurses didn't realize that was a problem. I reinforced time and time again that the baby must eat that amount!

That's not the end of the story. The doctor followed up a month after the baby left, and the baby was almost dead. Mom hadn't pumped and lost her milk supply. They couldn't afford formula. It's really sad that a baby born healthy could die.

India Adventure

In October, I learned about a new charitable hospital that was being built in a small town called Mota Fofalia, India. The next week, I booked my airline ticket. The hospital was built by a family called the Patel's. Their father worked really hard, and saved enough money to send his kids to the US to study. All 3 boys stayed in the US. the father then built a small school in Mota Fofalia, so that other children could stay there and get an education. The father had a dream of a bigger school. He finally got permission from the government.Then, he had a stroke. He told his children, before he died, that they had to fulfill his dream. After he passed away, His oldest son took out a loan on his house to build the school. They were very poor. But, after the school was built, he believes God blessed him. He sold a business for 1.5 billion dollars. He then went on to buy and sell more businesses. He is now a multibillionaire. So, he didn't stop with the school. He built a hospital. Then, a children's hospital.
That's where I come in!