So last week I got back from Adura at 1.30pm, which was really early. Just as I arrived they had an emergency obstetric patient with forearm presentation being transferred to the MSF hospital in Nasir in South Sudan. I asked if I could go and within 15 minutes we were off on the boat.
The young mum was 17 and this was her first delivery. About an hour into the two-and-a-half hour trip the girl became distraught with pain and began moving around, rocking the boat, trying to find a comfortable position. This became quite difficult as the IV suspended from the ceiling was getting twisted and there was nothing other than reassurance and back rubbing that we could offer her. Our midwife was getting stressed as we had lost the last four babies she had transferred. Once we finally arrived in Nasir, we carried her straight to the theatre and less than 10 minutes later she was on the table. As it was late we came straight back so as to arrive before dark, although I would have liked to have had a look at the facilities and met the staff. As a hospital, they have access to much more than us and have been saviours for our emergency referrals, most of whom would not last the four-and-a-half hour road trip to Gambella Hospital, which has limited abilities and resources anyway.
We arrived just before dark to the news that she had delivered TWINS, a boy and a girl, and all three were well. Our midwife couldn’t believe it as she was sure the baby would die. Anyway, yesterday they arrived back in Mattar, all happy and healthy and very proud of the fuss we were making of them. I took some photos of them in their little “Babies without Borders” t-shirts! Soooo cool, we’ve got to get some!
I printed the photos today, just black and white on paper from the printer and when I gave them to the mum, the grandpa says “Aye aye aye, Nyabouy and Matthieu”! They named them after our doctor and me, Nyabouy being the Nuer name they call me out in the clinics! It was such a beautiful moment, the best thing that’s happened this week.