Monday, May 19, 2014

Parlez-vous Francais

More like Parlez-vous anglais! Je me présente. Je m'appelle Tahlia. Je suis une infirmière. Comment allez-vous? 

Let me introduce myself. My name is Tahlia. I am a Nurse. How are you?
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 Haha that will do for now right? 

The months leading up to me leaving for Africa I really had no expectations in my mind. The only way I have had an insight in to Mercy Ships in the past is through my beautiful Mum and social media. In hindsight nothing could prepare me for what I felt as I stepped onto the big white ship in the port of Pointe Noire, Republic of Congo, Africa and how much this adventure would change my life forever.

 
 
Let me give you a little insight to my arrival to my floating home in Port de Autonome Pointe Noire, Congo and a day on D Ward.

When I first arrived I don’t think words can describe the emotions I felt. I was relieved to have touched down in Africa after a long haul of travelling. I was picked up by a Mercy Ships vehicle from the airport and taken to the ship.

Well it definitely was big and I couldn’t believe I was finally here. The first few days where very overwhelming as I adjusted to living on a ship, getting lost, patients singing up and down the corridors and just the abundance of people I had never met before in my life. I did get lost a couple of times. A kind man suggested I tie a string to my toe... I politely declined. 

After a few initial days of orientation I got straight into it. My ward is called D ward. It is a combination of pediatrics and adults, an ICU and a Maxillofacial ward. To give you an idea of how a shift goes on the Africa Mercy we start by praying for all of our patients. Then someone may share something they have learnt or maybe a song they like. We then receive handover and then the day is yours. Dr. Gary (the head surgeon) will do his rounds with the nurse in charge and check up on all his patients. It’s also a time to get a gauge of where they are at in their care and any adjustments to be made.

 It’s a crazy, noisy and busy place.
 
It is nothing like a day on my ward back home. Patients under the age of 18 must have a care giver who sleeps under the bed. Communicating with these beautiful people is always a 3 way task between me, a dedicated and talented day crew member who will translate for us, and the patients.
 

 

 
We save and reuse absolutely anything we can. If we throw anything at all away we have to blackout any labelling or just rip it off, and Intravenous tubing and fluid bags must be cut up. It has been found in the past that local people will search rubbish, and fill empty bottles/containers with almost anything and sell it on the side of the road as something it is definitely not. (Here in Africa if your loved one gets sick you have to pre purchase all meds, fluids, bloods, food and more to last them their stay in hospital).  

 
Later in the morning some patients go off to surgery, others stay on the ward getting better and having a whole lot of fun really. We play Jenga and Uno, blow bubbles, have fun with stickers and colouring in and sometimes the ward erupts into a spontaneous dance party (I must admit this is my favourite).  

I am learning so much every day! There are lots of dressings to be done and a lot of our patients are on Naso-gastric feeds. Inserting intravenous cannulas isnt easy in tough, sun-hardened African skin and veins so difficult to see, but after one fail I am proud to say I’ve mastered the technique.
 

 
 
 
If you’re on a morning shift at 1430 we head up and outside to deck 7. This is a time for patients to get some hot, and sometimes not so fresh, air here in the port, but none the less they love it! Take into consideration that the hospital is on deck 3 and these strong and resilient patients walk up all those stairs and usually no more than 24hours post operation. Children sit and get pulled along in little red wagons or ride on little push bikes while the adults sit and chat, play games or make bracelets. It’s a great time of the day and a lot of laughs are had. 
 

 
 
 
Even when im not working, a 20 second walk from my bedroom to my ward to say "Bonne nuit" to my precious patients before hopping into bed myself, is just one of the many things I love to do here.

It never really feels like work. Everything is an absolute pleasure to do. Sometimes we don’t get out on time and I couldn’t care less. I love going to work here and I love being alongside these people hopefully shining a little light into their worlds.

And I do it all sometimes with a little bundle of cuteness tied onto my back.
Life is good on the Africa Mercy and i couldnt be in this place without the love and support i am recieving from my family and friends on the daily.
 
 

Baby Crèche - For abandoned, orphaned or crisis care babies in Pointe Noire, Congo.



Whilst being onboard the Africa Mercy I have had the opportunity of signing up for a number of “Mercy Ministries”. Mercy Ministries take you out into the depths of the communities here in Point Noire and allow you to visit orphanages, handicapped tailors, deaf schools, seniors centres and a truly touching special one for me, the Baby Crèche.

Whist travelling in a hot car, 30 minutes out of the port, windows down, dusty bumpy roads and taking in the poverty around me I never knew that what I was about to enter into would change my heart and my life forever.

As I got out of the car and walked along the dirt path to the baby crèche I tried to prepare myself both physically and mentally for what I was about to experience. As I walked in, instantaneously my world was shaken and my eyes yet again opened to the worlds poor and abandoned. At one time I looked down at my feet and counted 17 children all just needing love & nurturing. I held a two month old, light as a feather, undernourished and underdeveloped, for my whole stay there that morning. Unsure of this little boys name, to me he was just perfect. His big brown eyes staring into mine, I could have looked back into his forever. These children either orphans, abandoned or in care due to poor family circumstances.

There was one mama there caring for 17+ children and I couldn't help but tell her what a beautiful person she was. I truly admired her dedication to these children. Anyone that has small children or has been in contact with little people would know that there is a lot of work involved. Take that, multiply it by 17+ babies, mix in poverty, lack of food, minimal hygiene and sickness and you can only begin to imagine the circumstance for these beautiful little people at the baby crèche.

 
 
 
 
 I’d like to share with you another precious little person, Melkhiat.

 Melkhiat is TWO years old and weighs a TINY 4.5KG. His severe malnutrition is likely a result of either metabolic or malabsorption issues in addition to having been born into poverty.

It is possible that he has a medical condition that even in the west would be difficult to treat, but living as he does now, as an orphan baby in this poverty stricken part of the world, make his chances of growing into a healthy child almost zero.

As I put him down for the last time he screamed. Tears rolling down my face, I had to walk away. I wish he could have stayed in my arms forever. I don't know how much longer of this life this tiny precious boy will live or in fact thousands and thousands of other orphans around the world, but he is truly in my heart for eternity.
 

2 questions I had to ask…

How do you leave that? How do you put these children down who so desperately want to be held and loved on?

People often ask me why do you believe in God? I have many reasons but one hit hard through my experiences at baby crèche. I need to believe one day justice will be served and the last be first because really, how else could I leave those little people. It has become extremely clear to me how much I need to have a faith whilst being alongside the poor. My love for these people is indescribable. I definitely need the poor more than they need me. Africa continues to show me the FULL extent of my heart every single day. Now that I have seen, I am responsible. Faith without deeds is dead.

Not every day here is like the ones I have shared and it's all those other days that get me through the tough ones. I know that there is a love like no other for these people and I have seen that here am comforted by that. My feelings for these people go much deeper than words will ever describe..

 

As he clung to my chest during these visits he will continue to cling to my heart for the rest of my life.

Paul

One of the most incredible, resilient and strong people I have had the privilege of caring for on Mercy Ships is Paul. Paul lost his nose when it was shot off by a bullet during the Congolese civil war 13 years ago. Since then, he has been living with a hole in his face where his nose should have been. Now, after all this time, he received a new nose, taught me big and beautiful life lessons and left the ship an entirely different man.


“We can’t change the world, but we can change the world for one person”.
Dr Gary Parker.