- Posted by Mon
- On May 18, 2017
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- Earth Mission Asia, OB
Memories are a powerful thing. Lately Facebook has been showing me memories that reflect on some high power moments. Moments that have generally led to life in the face of likely loss. A young mama who survived severe eclampsia. A mama who after a number of losses welcomed her much longed for baby who came running feet first into the world. A mama who couldn’t make it past 28 weeks of pregnancy and finally safely made it to 34 weeks. Some people may suggest that I spend too much time on Facebook, and perhaps that’s true; but while I don’t believe life should be lived in the past, I believe it is important to glance back at what has shaped us and look to the direction we are pointed towards. So, I am currently thriving on these memories and using them to push me out of my holding pattern.
These are all rich memories, and it seems fitting that I reflect on them. Midwifery is a wonderful profession and has had a colourful history existing since Paleolithic times. The midwife has been regarded in a variety of lights depending on era – from friend, mystical healer, and witch to skilled health practitioner. It has gone from being a calling to a profession. I enjoy taking a step back in time and watching “Call the Midwife”, and I think of how midwifery of 1950’s East End London is our midwifery past in Australia. Yet for places such as Karen State it is yet to be their midwifery future.
We are making progress, yet it feels like the midwifery side is slow to move. It was with great excitement that we started the year. Our clinic is coming along nicely, our students are doing fabulously, and we were set to renovate a delightfully ramshackle bamboo house to create a safe place for women to birth and a solid place for students to learn this art. We had an Irish team come all the way to renovate and beautify. I was excited to host friends from the Commonwealth. It sounded like the start of a bad joke – 8 Irish, 1 British and 1 Thai came to Myanmar for a mission trip. It continued in keeping with the bad joke in the fact that flights were delayed, bags were lost, a shopping spree had to take place in a Burmese department store to make up for lost items and to top it off – the news that we didn’t get permission to renovate the birthing house.
The Irish took it in their stride and continued to create more exam rooms and hygiene stations for the clinic. Their time was far from wasted. Friendships were formed, laughs in abundance, soccer games, and great times in general. They were encouragement when I needed it, and I needed it.
Everything is coming together, this adventure our team is on to provide both health providers and health care for our rural friends. Our eye is on the goal, and I am sure there are many bends in the road, and I am hopeful of facilities for safe and beautiful births sometime soon. God has promised he is doing a new thing, and surely with new things comes life.
“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:19