So I began writing this post a while back, but am just now finishing
it up. Read about what happened in an area affected by typhoon Pablo on
December 4th here on the island of Mindanao in the Philippines.
Remember, this was written a few weeks back...
I
don't really know how to begin this post. It has been such a long time
since I have given an update to you guys who read. Forgive me. Life here
in the Philippines has been quite busy. I think I could write for hours
upon hours about all the things I have learned, seen, and experienced.
Because of that, I will most likely be updating my blog with a lot of
new posts in the next few days.
The major thing going
on over here as of recent is the horrific typhoon that hit Mindanao on
December 4th, just a week ago. Typhoon Bopha, or Pablo as the locals
call it, caused terrible damage in various parts of the island of
Mindanao. The latest update on the damage and death toll that I found
can be viewed
here.
By God's grace, Davao city, where I live, did not incur any damage,
just heavy rain for a few days. However, areas nearby were not as
fortunate.
Last Friday (December 7), I was given an
opportunity to be a part of a group headed to Cateel, an area that was
hit hard by Pablo. Along with 3 filipina midwives, 4 classmates of mine,
and a mixed group of local missionaries, we headed to the area around
4am on Saturday morning. The drive up was long because the shorter route
was blocked by a damaged bridge. Not only was it long, it was
devastating. Sure, we were headed to an area that was really damaged
bad, but from what I was seeing on the ride up, how could it get much
worse? We got to a stretch of road where people and their families were
lined up for miles, amongst heaps of devastation, all with signs and
outstretched hands. They too had been hit hard by the storms, yet we
were just passing through. That was such a hard drive. We had a bag on
candy in our car and would toss and few pieces out to groups of children
we saw as we went along. Was that helpful or even culturally
appropriate? I don't know, but it was something, something to show that
our hearts were broken for them too.
I think that so
often I have heard of natural disasters tearing apart the land,
destroying everything that people own, taking the lives of so many, but
until I had witnessed it and lived up close and personal with it, I
really had no clue. And for me, it was so different than hurricane
damage I had seen reported in the states. Don't misunderstand me--the
people effected in the states are equally as important as those here in
the Philippines, and I'm in no way trying to lessen the effect that
those storms had, but I just can't wrap my mind around how much damage I
saw here. And the bigger issue of rebuilding and relief and help--it's
just not even comparable to what kind of help is immediately deployed
when something like this happens in the Western part of the world. I
will admit that I quickly began questioning why the Lord would allow
something to happen in a place like here.
We
finally made it to the hospital in Cateel. The building barely passed as
such, as the roof was gone, supplies were destroyed, there was no
electricity, and the water had stopped. For the next 30 hours, we did
anything and everything to help, with just an hour of sleep.
Since
the pictures will speak louder than any words I could type, here are
pictures of all the things we helped with. Some of the images are
graphic in nature corresponding to medical injuries.
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Damage from the typhoon |
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More damage. Notice all the trees and how they are cut off. |
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Damage in the community. |
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Some kids we gave candy to on the side of the road on the way up. | |
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Cateel Hospital where we helped with emergency medical cases. |
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Organizing supplies when we first arrived there. |
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About
30 minutes after arriving, a few of us got sent to the station set up
for wound care. The wounds were the worst I have ever seen in my entire
life. |
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A baby with a wound that had been sutured but not well taken care of. Infection had set in and a doctor came to re-suture. |
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Another
wound that had gotten infected after previously being sutured. With no
clean water and no homes, it was hard for the typhoon victims to take
care of themselves. |
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Violet and I doing our best to help clean the wounds |
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A deep head wound on a child. |
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I
was assigned to the Tetanus Toxoid station, too, where we gave Tetanus
shots to all those with wounds. One after another after another... |
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We
also worked the initial interview lines. People would come from the
areas and wait in line for their vitals to be taken and tell us what was
wrong. We would see everything from diarrhea to deep wounds to high
fevers to infection. It was also such a neat time to listen to the
people tell their stories. Most of the stories included a family member
who had died or was missing or hurt badly. |
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We had a makeshift pharmacy area set up, too, for patients to receive medications. |
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This is an inside view of the hospital. Notice the damage ceiling and the patients flooding the hallways. |
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The
Philippine Army was there to transport those patients who needed
emergency care. Most included internal bleeding cases or critical spinal
injuries. The sad thing was that after loading the patients up, all the
patients had to return to the hospital because the helicopter wasn't
able to make the trip because of bad weather. The next day when our team
was heading out, the patients were being re-loaded up in hopes of
finally getting transported to hospitals in cities nearby. |
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Nancy,
Violet, and I taking a 20 minute dinner break. We were accompanied by
an awesome support team from Global Impact that set up a makeshift
kitchen area and cooked us our meals (and also shared with doctors in
the hospital and the Army), provided us a place to sleep for a little
bit, and encouraged and prayed for us as we worked around the clock. |
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Food line area. |
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And again....what an awesome support staff! |
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So
other than the wound care, injections, interviews, and medicine-giving,
we had shifts inside the 'hospital.' We checked all the patients'
vitals who were admitted, monitored IVs, and changed dressing on wound.
AND being the midwives that we are, we got to help with TWO births on
the one night we were there. This mom pictured with my classmate Echo
had such a hard birth. She ended up giving birth to a baby boy around
7am after laboring through the night and having the scare of fetal
demise when heart tones for the baby couldn't be heard. The birth really
was a miracle. (Echo wrote an awesome blog about the story. You should
check it out! http://www.thejoshandechoblog.com/2012/12/12/when-my-world-is-shaking-story-saturday/ |
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And
this is sweet Glen and her baby girl. After being on shift in the
hospital and then staying over 2 hours to help with the other labor, I
was headed to sleep for a few hours, but another pregnant women (Glen!
:) came in. The other midwives were busy with the first woman, so I took
Glen, found a bed in the dark hallway, and took all her initial vitals.
(The light that was being backed by the generator was giving light to
the room where the other woman was.) We had forgotten our fetascopes and
dopplers (used to hear the baby's heart beat) so I used a stethoscope
and found a strong heart beat on the baby. Nancy (my fellow first year)
and I had someone go and get one of our Filipina midwives who was
sleeping. She came quick and asked who was going to handle the birth. I
had thought she would do it--she was more experienced, and plus we were
in a dark hallway, with extremely limited supplies. She said she would
assist and that I should catch. At this point I had only caught 3 babies
previously, so of course I was nervous. Nancy gave me her headlamp, I
checked and found out that the Glen was 9 cm dialated and ready for her
baby to come out! She pushed for about 5 minutes her sweet second child,
a baby girl was born. The birth was fairly uncomplicated, minus the
fact that we were in the dark and the mom had no clothes or blankets,
etc for her newborn. We improvised as a team and were able to happily
comfort mom, dad, and new baby. Talk about an experience for one of my
first catches! Praise God for His direct hand in caring for these moms
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This
is the story of our short trip to do immediate relief care for a span
of two days. I think that in that short time, God opened my eyes to the
need in such a new way. I can't even begin to explain the joy and sorrow
that teeter back and forth in my heart over such need and such
provision all in one. All I know is that we serve a God that is ALWAYS
in control. And I praise Him for allowing me the chance to be here, in
the Philippines, in this specific time of need, with certain skills He
has equipped me with. I am once again forever changed.
-Brittany
Wow! Truly so much pain, and yet joy is clearly seen in your heart, taking care of them. Lifting up prayers!
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