 I am an East Coast expatriate hiding out in the Midwest... I am an urban gal living in the suburbs and occasionally hiding in the country I am a yoga practitioner, fitness enthusiast, believer in the mind-body-spirit connection... I am a mid-life "revert" to the Roman Catholic faith in which I was raised and which has become an enormous source of support, encouragement, inspiration, and joy in my life... I am a mom, sister, daughter, and wife... I am an explorer; adventurous and curious about the world and people around me... I am educated in the formal sense but I gain insight through everyday living... I created this blog at a time of great fear and apprehension in my life. I chose to sustain it because of the discoveries about myself and the world around me that it has revealed. What you can expect to find here: the documentation of a love-hate relationship with the greater Philadelphia area reminiscing about the good-ole-days (the 80's!) complaints about my various ailments and injuries, both real and imagined pictures and stories of gardening, decorating, shopping, sewing my love of irony links to kooky news stories way too much scatological musing for sane people
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Tuesday, March 22, 2005
My Midwife and The Hidden Community
Yesterday my women's healthcare provider called me to assuage some concerns I had about my health, fertility, etc. She is an incredible lady, and ever so patient in listening to my issues, allowing me to express everything on my mind, come up with some of my own soultions. And she isn't even a Doctor. She is a Midwife/Nurse Practitioner. She works along with 2 other midwives and an old-school gynecologist. For certain issues I see the gynecologist because he has to perform procedures that the midwives cannot. He's a pretty cool but quiet and straightforward ob/gyne.
I first came to their practice some 6 yeas ago when I was 7 months pregnant. I was so unhappy with the ob/gyne practice I had been seeing - one which caters to "high-end" clientele, complete with luxuriant waiting room, a list of local celebrity patients, etc. My treatment at that practice kept upsetting me throughout my pregnancy. I strived to have as "natural" a birth as possible and was outright demeaned by the haughty Obstetricians who poo-pooed my wishes and more or less told me I was crazy for not wanting an epidural.
I read in a local newpaper the recent arrival of a practicing Nurse-Midwife at the hospital where I was scheduled to deliver. I called her ofice that day and inquired if she'd accept a low-risk but far-along pregnant patient. She invited me in for a consultation that week. Needless to say, I had my medical records transferred and less than 2 months later she was with my husband and I in the hospital birthing suite for what seemed like hours, helping to deliver our daughter.
Since then I have seen her for routine annual exams, and other issues that have cropped up. I have never felt rushed or "shushed" in any appointments with that practice. Their office is also quite conveniently locted to my home, they are one of the "preferred providers" in my insurance plan, and they have ultrasound and other diagnostic tools right in their office. Their waiting room is clean, but far from posh. I may suggest that they add some magazines - there never seem to be any when I go there!
To me, a competent practitioner taking the time to listen and talk is among the most "premium" qualities a patient could ask for. And yet, when I go there, the waiting room is usually dominated not by the upper-middle-class matrons of my community but of more "forgetten' women. I am usually the only English-speaker in the office. The other women are sometimes surprised - pleasantly - when I chit-chat in (somewhat halting) Spanish. I relish the opportunity to practice and - as one young mother told me - she enjoys the chance to practice English.
The OB/Gyne/Midwifery practice is located a few blocks from a local internationally-known racetrack in our town. Living behind the grandeur of the grandstand, the elegance of the various dining options, are a series of bland dormitories known as "the backstretch." The backstrech dorms were built to house the numerous horse and track workers (grooms, stall cleaners, track maintenance workers, etc.) Originally intended to house only the workers during race season, the workers bring up their familes from Mexcio, Central America, etc and squeeze a family into a studio apartment built for one man , or perhaps two.
Bowing to social and political pressure, racecourses across the country are now beginning to upgrade living quarters to be more suitable to the realistic needs of the families that live there. Our community has begun to recognize these families - especially the children - and provided a variety of health, educational, and social services to them. One example is the mobile dental clinic provided by our local hopsital and local dentists. Our local library makes a bookmobile stop there with books and A/V materials in Spanish.
Considering the geographic location of my OB/Gyne's office to the track, it makes sense that I would see so many backstretch moms-to-be there. But I think it has to be something more than that. I do know that midwifery services are considerably less expensive than a tradiotnal OB/Gyne. I have to wonder, if also, women from rural parts of Central America are culturally more accustomed to midwifery than their American counterparts? Whatever the reasons are, I am glad that these otherwise hidden, sometimes-forgotten members of my community have access to caring and competent healthcare providers to bring their babies into the world.
Posted at 09:55 am by brandy101
 | Posted by Nibs @ 03/23/2005 03:32 PM PST |  | I had a friend in Waukegan who used a midwife in a similar manner. She had 3 children, and they were all born at home. I always thought that was pretty cool, especially since I was born in the car on the Tollway (enroute to Lake Forest Hospital).
Would have been nice to just stay home, I am sure! |  |
  | Posted by Gigglesbee @ 03/23/2005 11:47 AM PST |  | My ob/gyn was my knight in shining armor for years! He was kind and considerate (warming the speculum before insertion), and he would always make me laugh and feel comfortable there.
But now, some 20 years after I first walked through his doors, I don't feel the same. My last exam, in January, was the first time I've ever considered looking for a new doctor. It wasn't so much that they've stopped doing just about EVERY test known to man unless you're willing to pay for it yourself - because they can't tell you if your insurance will pay for it - and it really wasn't so much the fact that everyone there is new...
I think what did it for me was when I had to sign the form that told me he's decided not to carry medical malpractice insurance anymore.
That was the kicker. |  |
  | Posted by AbbyNormal @ 03/23/2005 11:31 AM PST |  | My oldest brother was born by midwife in the Philllipines. It's pretty much all they had over there.
I prefer natural childbirth, too. Sounds like you've made a good find in your midwife! |  |
  | Posted by chrysalis @ 03/22/2005 12:59 PM PST |  | | Oh, hang onto that one, Brandy, you've found a gem. Any POSITIVE medical experience is a miracle, I find. |  |
  | Posted by brandy101 @ 03/22/2005 12:28 PM PST |  | yes, the OB that she practices with did pop in the room while I was in labor and was on-call for emergency C section "just in case" so overall all safety nets were in place.
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  | Posted by Lynn @ 03/22/2005 11:47 AM PST |  | You ever see the end of the movie "Dr. T and The Women?" Midwifery is about all many of them get. I watched a documentary on rural childbirth, and many of these women either have travel hours to a town with a doctor or call days ahead for the doc to come to them. So a midwife in their village or closeby is all they get. I'm glad the practice you found meets all your needs.
I went with a high profile OB/GYN when I was pregnant too; he delivered Melanie Griffith and Don Johnson's daughter Dakota while Don was staying in town to film a nearby movie. I picked him because he'd delivered 2 of my friend's daughters, and another friend saw him for her GYN needs. He did listen to my needs but he was still not...ideal; I never felt totally comfortable. And I had to go elsewhere for ultrasound, lab work, etc. so it was half not worth it. The delivery ended up being complicated by Michael's shoulders getting stuck on my pelvic bone and I was forced to have a C-section, so a midwife/doula probably would have handed me over to an OB for the delivery anyway. |  |
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