Charis Around
the World
Childbirth in Kenya
by Jannekah
Guya
Martin
and Jannekah
Guya with their son, Ezriel and his big sister, Amariah
My
husband and I recently moved to a different part of Kenya, not too
far outside the capital city of Nairobi. I was so sad about the move
because it meant leaving all the families, midwives, nurses, and
doctors I was becoming so close to. I was also worried that it would
be difficult to find new midwives to work with. Before we moved I
was already praying that God would give us divine connections and
that He would go before us and orchestrate our steps. Proverbs 16:9
says, “In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines
his steps.” This was my prayer.
True to His Word, as
always, God did connect me to a traditional birth attendant who
lives near to our new home. I love it when He does things for which
only He can receive the glory. (= Her name is Mama Christine. She has
three daughters, one son, and several grandchildren, two of whom
live with her, along with her youngest daughter. She has a good
heart, and for the most part is as nurturing a woman as you’ll find
in this culture in her circumstances. She seems to love teaching me
and always wants me to be hands on. She never acts like I owe her
something, even though she is doing me a great service….and even
though I’m white. An unfortunate consequence of many well meaning
NGOs and “mercy ministries” in Kenya is they have created an
incapacitating mentality of dependence among the nationals,
especially those living in slum environments. It has caused Kenyans
who live in abject poverty to grow up believing that they can’t do
anything without the “white man’s” handouts. In reality, these
handouts only deepen the bondage. The truth is that Kenyans by
nature are extremely bright, astoundingly innovative, and
magnificently creative. Handouts stifle this and cause them to
forget it.
Mama Christine is
different though, and that might be one of the things I’ve come to
love most about her. She has no sense of entitlement. She learned
her art before I was even born and it has been sustaining her since
her husband died about 15 years ago. She lives in a 10' by 10' tiny
one room “house”. It’s on the fourth floor of a dingy apartment
complex that is overrun by rats, cockroaches, and God knows what
else. Each floor of about ten rooms, shares a public toilet and
shower room, which is really just a tiny enclosure where you bring
your bucket of water to wash yourself. There’s no running water of
course. Water has to be carried up all those flights of stairs in
buckets. She divides her tiny room in half with a curtain. One
entire half is the single bed where she sleeps with her grand
children and daughter. The other half is a small metal “couch” where
the women labor and give birth. She has a piece of vinyl that she
lays under them when they’re ready to push and she uses rolls and
rolls of toilet paper to clean up any messes along the way…which I
must note is better than the cotton or filthy rags I’ve seen most
traditional birth attendants use. She has a little propane stove she
uses to make porridge and tea for the mother throughout and after
the labor. She also uses it to boil water for them to bathe after
the birth, which they often do right there behind the door in that
tiny room so that they don’t have the shame of being seen by
neighbors on their way to the public shower room. The little stove,
along with the Kenyan heat, make that tiny room stifling hot, and
the strong smell of propane along with it is nauseating. Along with
our other duties, we try to keep cockroaches from crawling on the
mother or the couch she is laying on. The first time Mama Christine
called me to come for a birth, I took a taxi to her house. The
driver couldn’t believe where I’d asked him to take me and was very
hesitant to drop me off. He told me that slum is one of the most
dangerous places in all of Nairobi, only after Kibera, the biggest
slum in all East Africa. I don’t know how true this is, but it’s
definitely a sketchy place!
At the last birth we
attended together we had two women at once! The one who was closest
to delivery lay on the couch, while the other laboring mother sat on
a wooden stool. You can imagine what it’s like for us to all be
squeezed into that tiny little space together. The woman who
delivered first delivered a breathtakingly gorgeous little girl. It
was her third baby, so things went about as smoothly as they can go. She was a pro. Mama Christine told me later that the woman’s first
child had been a C-section, but the doctors had messed her up so
badly she vowed never to deliver in a hospital again. She had
delivered her second child with Mama Christine as well. Indeed
C-sections are scary business here. It’s not uncommon to hear of
babies getting horribly cut, or the mother suffering irreparable,
sometimes fatal damage.
After the first mother
delivered, Mama Christine gave her some porridge as she nursed her
baby. Then she took a bath and her husband came to walk her home. It
was about 2 am and less than an hour after she had delivered. We
cleaned up and Mama Christine took the vinyl outside to wash with
soap and water for the next birth. But after observing the second
mother, a primigravida, we realized that she was very afraid, and
Mama Christine knew this would be a problem. Seeing the first birth
seemed to have made things worse for the fearful woman. Mama
Christine called the woman’s husband and told them they needed to go
to a hospital. I had mixed emotions about that, but I know that part
of being a good midwife is knowing where to draw the line. Indeed,
just two days before we had a young lady who was so terrified, she
refused to push no matter what, and her labor needlessly went on for
hours and hours and hours. I suspect she maybe had been sexually
abused and that’s what caused the resistance but it was a horrible
experience for all of us. It was the second time I’ve experienced
something like this – I wrote about the first in the December
edition of the Charis e-newsletter.
It took me days and days
to process through that birth and all that went on and I realized
that I have SO much to learn, not only about birth, but about
culture. You’d think having lived in Kenya for about a total of 5
years I’d have a fairly good understanding, but that experience
taught me there’s so much more, so much deeper, and completely new
cultural dynamics that come with birth, especially in such an
environment. I don’t agree with some of the things Mama Christine
does, but some of the things I know to be “the right way” would be
irrelevant and inapplicable in this culture. Some things are more
across the board, however that doesn’t make it any less complicated. Mama Christine sees me as her student, and rightly so, but how can a
student correct the teacher? Prayer is central to making sense and
properly handling all of this of course. It’s the ONLY sure answer!
And my prayer is that as Mama Christine is such a blessing to me, I
will also be a blessing to her, in many ways. I pray that as I learn
more, gain more experience, and am able to do more on my own, that I
will be able to slowly and quietly introduce new ideas and methods,
that hopefully she will see benefit in. I asked Mama Christine if
she would ever want to move. She told me that while a bigger house
would obviously be a tremendous blessing she could never leave the
slum because that’s where all her mothers and babies are. I was so
encouraged and touched by that. I think it really revealed her
heart.
I’ve learned so much at
Mama Christine’s this month, even just in quiet observation of her
and laboring women. It’s been so amazing just to see the
confirmation that the God-created birth process and the God-given
intuition of a laboring woman can and must be trusted. There are so
many things that such a big deal is made out of in the U.S. that
isn’t given a second thought here…. sometimes rightly so, sometimes
not. I’m slowly learning the difference, and I’m learning a lot by
watching Kenyan women allow their bodies do what they were created
to do, even if it seems strange. For example, I read once that
stimulation of our lips and tongue release natural endorphins. Sure
enough, I watched one mother as she instinctively gently chewed her
lips and tongue during transition contractions. It’s also beautiful
to watch women naturally move their laboring bodies. They sway,
squat, kneel, and contort their hips, among many other natural
maneuvers. They have never read any book or been instructed to do
this, they’re just listening to their bodies because they have the
freedom to do so – they’re expected to do so.
I watch Mama Christine
closely to see how she relates with them too. In our culture we
often rub backs, stroke heads, hold and hug laboring women. As a
doula and as a compassionate woman who’s had babies myself, to do
these things are my gut reaction. I almost can’t help myself! But
culture, culture, culture. I’m learning that in Kenya, at least at
Mama Christine’s, birth is a very personal journey that you go on
alone. Mama Christine sits quietly by as the mother does what her
body tells her to. During a contraction she watches closely,
respectfully, and quietly. Every now and then, between contractions,
she’ll almost inaudibly give a suggestion, and the mothers always do
what she says. They trust themselves and their babies to her
COMPLETELY. She is their mother, and that means something so much
more and so much different here. The qualities you and I might think
make up a good mother, are entirely different from the qualities a
Kenyan woman might list. That’s a VERY important lesson I’m only
beginning to learn and understand when it comes to “mothering the
mother”. When it’s time to push Mama Christine’s quiet suggestions
turn into urgent commands. Again, the women do exactly what she
says, no matter what…unless there are underlying issues, as I
mentioned above. Even then Mama Christine knows what a Kenyan mother
must do in order to get through to the laboring woman so that she’ll
do her part. It’s hard when I completely disagree with some of her
commands and methods, but I’m there to learn and to patiently wait
for the day when God will use me to bring the change I desperately
long to see in childbirth in Kenya. That’s why I am SOOO thankful
for Charis and all I am and will learn here about being a Godly
midwife. I’m inexpressibly thankful to have a safe source of
learning and support that I know I can trust.
I pray that God will use
me to bring a change that will reach birth attendants and laboring
women in every mud hut, tiny room like Mama Christine’s, and into
the hospitals, where change might be needed more than anywhere else. This week Pastor Miriam, whom I mentioned last month, called me
again. One of her church members delivered a baby in a local
hospital. The baby died at birth and they were told it was because
the cord was around the baby’s neck. Clearly there was more to it
than that. To know that they went through the entire pregnancy and
labor without any problem what-so-ever, only to needlessly lose the
baby at the last moment is so tragic I can hardly stand it. After
her long labor, instead of the comfort and incomparable joy of
taking her precious baby in her arms, she received only the terror
of being told her baby was dead. And of course the emotional trauma
doesn’t affect her alone. Pastor Miriam told me that when she went
to visit the couple, the husband wept, which is almost unheard of in
this culture and was quite alarming to Pastor Miriam. Furthermore,
Pastor Miriam is also about 6 months pregnant and this has had a
huge impact on her mental and emotional state concerning her
upcoming birth. Please pray for this precious couple with me, that
God will heal their hearts, restore their joy, and remove their
fear. And please continue to pray with me for a divine change in the
childbirth situation here in Kenya, and all over the world! May we
reclaim it for its, and our, Creator!
One of the precious babies Jannekah helped into the world last
month.
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Thanks, Love and Blessings to every one of you!
'Behold, I will bring them from the north country, And gather them
from the ends of the earth,
Among them the blind and the lame,
The woman with child and The one who labors with child, together,
A
great throng shall return there...And My people shall be satisfied with My goodness, says the LORD.'
Jeremiah 31:8, 14
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