Articles
by
Shelley Campbell
Dialogue
on Birth and Death
I spotted Maddy sitting in a booth facing away from me
in the Italian restaurant where we had agreed to meet for dinner. Her
gray, no-nonsense bob and the straight-up way she held her head as she
waited fit the impression I had already formed: down-to-earth. I slid
into the booth and looked up to meet her eyes across the red checked
table cloth. My career with infants and birthing women led me to want
more information about her newly-formed foundation. Striking a deeper
note we were both mothers who had lost grown children although in very
different circumstances. I knew we would have an unspoken understanding
which would put formalities aside.
I had seen Maddy speak two weeks previously to several hundred individuals
interested in creating reform in how babies are birthed in the mainstream
medical community of contemporary America. Her poignant story, which
she had told simply and with direct dignity that night to a quiet crowd,
had opened our hearts to the human story behind the statistics and wealth
of medical information that would consume the balance of the evening.
Maddy's daughter, Tatia, and her unborn granddaughter, Zorah
had died in childbirth. Tatia had been 32 years old and her pregnancy
one of blooming wellness. At less that 2 weeks overdue (per her doctor's
calculations) he recommended labor be induced. He used a drug called
cytotec originally created to treat ulcerous stomachs, which someone
accidentally discovered worked for this purpose. Although commonly used,
the known side effects are potentially dangerous. The human story and
the statistics collided, as Tatia experienced hyper-stimulation of the
uterus causing it to convulse and then tear. An emergency Cesarean could
not save her and she and her unborn daughter died in the operating room.
Maddy also had two sons, other grandchildren, but the mother to daughter
to granddaughter matrilineal line lay forever ruptured.
After
we ordered our pasta I told Maddy of my own son's accidental death at
age 29. We shared the arc of grief we had traversed and how the devastation
of a broken heart like a deep indigo dye leaks out to stain every corner
of daily life. "I put the salt and pepper in the refrigerator
and the milk in the cupboard," Maddy said, describing the disorientation
I also remembered well. "I kept breathing and one breath
led to the next and somehow time passed." I added. As
the months turned into years a surprising new certainty emerged for
each of us. The only medicine that seemed to have traction was to turn
personal tragedy into some small good for others. Our mutual goal of
stimulating change in a long-complacent medical community had drawn
our paths together. We shared a vision of a future with a new sensitivity
to the gift of life and to the life-givers, mothers. We were eager to
begin sharing information.
"Your
story unfortunately is not unique, I was shocked to discover that according
to the World Health Organization the United States is ranked 20th in
the world in terms of maternal death," I said. "And we are
the richest nation on the earth! How does that happen?" "Did
you know there has not been an improvement in that statistic since 1982?"
Maddy asked. "That
sounds like about the time the business side of practicing medicine
started getting complicated. Gigantic impersonal health insurance companies
calling the shots about coverage, growing fears on the part of physician's
about malpractice, HMO's started to take over: those cattle call waiting
rooms, no individual attention, and a different doctor each visit, no
idea who will deliver the baby," I said.
I
knew from my own birth doula clients, the choices seem to get narrower
each year. I've had couples locked into health insurance which didn't
allow any alternatives; they had to deliver in a predesignated huge
hospital governed by archaic rules. It was absurd how everyone pretended
that by adding a few homey decorative touches to the Labor and Delivery
Floor it created a significant difference in the atmosphere. As if throwing
an Early American braid rug on the floor somehow transforms these unwieldy
institutions into a welcoming and safe haven for the intimate and vulnerable
passage of childbirth. I had become increasingly cynical over time and
sadly began to suspect financial profit was the number one motivation
for all health care providers.
Maddy
shared with me the wealth of information which now came easily to her."The
United States rates poorly among industrialized countries using all
the standard criteria," she said. "Maternal death is still
fully investigated in England by a government agency dedicated to this
purpose. In the U.S. they go radically underreported, many details are
tailored to protect against lawsuit and no one reviews them to find
out why it happened. The statistics on infant mortality aren't much
better. Newborns are more likely to die in the U.S. than in almost any
other industrialized nation." she said. "I
think the problem is twofold," I said. "It is the business
and administrative mess on the one hand and the way medicine in being
practiced on the other."I didn't know how to create change in the
business models, I told her, my focus was making the case for bringing
Mind-Body Medicine into obstetrics.
"My
perspective is that the presuppositions and philosophical orientations
of obstetrical care have not changed significantly in 150 years",
I explained. Nineteenth and early twentieth century medicine with its
roots in the industrial revolution still looked at the body as a sophisticated
machine. In the late twentieth century science was forced to acknowledge
what a profound impact consciousness (the mind, thoughts and emotions)
has on the body and upon health. That was the birth of Mind-Body Medicine.
Now it is commonplace to hear of hypnosis, yoga and meditation being
used to supplement the treatments of individuals with cancer, Aids,
chronic pain and a multiplicity of other serious complaints. "Obstetrics
seems stuck in the old body as machine model with drugs and surgery
as the only tools available," I continued. "Why isn't anyone
connecting the dots and seeing the relevance of Mind-Body Medicine to
the birthing world?"
I
told Maddy I think the subtle interplay between body, mind and spirit
could not be more pronounced than during childbirth. This is where the
revolution will be sparked---getting Mind-Body Medicine into obstetrics
and then making the leap to include the spiritual dimension of Eternity
Medicine, the next evolutionary step as described by Larry Dossey MD
in this bestsellers, Healing Words and Prayer Is Good Medicine. If birth
isn't a spiritual event I don't know what is.
"I
don't know, what do you think?" I asked. "Why is it so hard
to ignite new thinking?" "There
will be changes", Maddy said, her voice full of challenge, "that's
why we all need to stand up and be counted." "If
you stand back and look at the enormity of the medical institutions
in this country, rolling down the track, talk about David and Goliath.
Are we just fools?" I asked. "You know, two middle aged women,
neither in positions of power or influence, taking on the medical establishment
over pasta?" Maddy's
voice became quiet as if telling a secret, ".. the deaths of our
kids." she hesitated, "I couldn't look at it at first but
I understand now, there are no accidents, not really. It was meant to
be this way. Because of that, who knows what is possible? The sky is
the limit if you ask me."
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