Save the Children healthworkers campaign
September 19, 2011 § 4 Comments
I have three children, and every pregnancy has been the same. I spend nine months fantasising about a wonderful peaceful waterbirth, gently squeezing my other half’s hand, cherubic baby popping out and only causing me a mild backache. Yet it seems even going into labour naturally is unrealistic for me, forget about the rest. The excitement of my waters breaking slowly turns to disappointment as yet again my body lets me down. 48 hours later I’m wired onto machines that say ‘ping’ with a drip in my arm to bring on the contractions – never a birthing pool in sight. In two out of the three labours the baby has gone into distress, immediately detected by the midwives and resolved by speedy delivery, one of them in theatre. After my last labour, only twelve weeks ago, I remember saying to my other half “I’m so glad we live when we do. A couple of centuries ago, without inductions and accessible medical expertise, would any of my babies have survived? Would I have survived?”
Perhaps I should have said “I’m so glad we live in the developed world”. I didn’t think about it at the time, but the sad truth is that all around the world mother’s and their babies are dying, because of lack of access to healthcare. That’s why Christine Mosler, over at Thinly Spread, is flying to the UN with Save the Children to appeal for global access to healthworkers. And that’s why I am adding my story to those over at Mummy from the Heart‘s blog. And why you’re reading a serious post from me for a change. If you haven’t already, please sign the petition here.