As some of you may know, I work as a midwife myself. Working in a hospital, where OB-GYNs dominate the birthing culture, I could tell you many terrifying stories about how women are mistreated. But one woman I will never forget. Background information: this was in an academic hospital in The Netherlands, I was a 2nd year midwifery student.
The night shift had been rather calm. There were two women in labour, both about to meet their firstborn. One of the women was African (let’s call her ‘lady X’), the other Caucasian (I will be referring to her as ‘lady Y’). Lady X didn’t speak Dutch, as she just got here a few months ago, lady Y was right there in her hometown and surrounded by familiars. The births both weren’t going very smooth. Lady X’s baby was in serious distress: it’s heart monitor showed that a caesarean section was the only way to get out safely. It was a matter of minutes that could determine both baby’s and mother’s life or death. It was serious, yet no one told her and she labored through the contractions bravely. Lady Y had been laboring for a long time, close to 24 hours, and still wasn’t fully dilated. She had asked for a caesarean section as she was tired and felt she couldn’t do it anymore. Her baby was doing perfectly fine, as it’s heart monitor showed, and there was no sign that any rush was needed.
The gynaecologists sat calmly in their observation room, drinking their coffee or whatever it was they were drinking, and talking about the current events in the delivery ward. As it was such a calm night shift, there was only one team available to perform C-sections. Thus, only one woman could be helped in the operation room to deliver her baby at the time. I remember feeling agitated: why were they so calm when it was clear that one baby was experiencing serious stress? As a young student, I thought they probably knew better and that I was probably exaggerating. Until I heard the following conversation:
Dr. 1: “Who are we going to do first?” (why was that even a question?!?!)
Dr. 2: “I guess we’ll do lady Y first, she’s been at it longer.” (still, lady Y’s baby was doing great)
Nurse: “Sir, have you seen lady X’s heart monitor?” (clearly worried)
Dr. 1: “Yeah, yeah…”
Dr. 2: “She doesn’t understand anyway.”
And they both walked to the operation room and calmly operated on lady Y while lady X’s baby was fighting for it’s life.
I am glad to tell you that both babies were born alive and left the hospital healthy and well, and both ladies were in cloud nine with their bundle of joy as they recovered from this serious operation. But this situation never left my mind ever since. I wish I had the courage to speak up to the nasty doctors, but I didn’t. It's heartbreaking that this is happening all throughout the entire f-ing world.