Today we went to the Liancourt Health Center to retrieve some more data. This center was newly refurbished, given by the fresh paint that still lingered. I also witnessed the beautiful new labels that stood on each door as well. There was freshness to the place. Check out some photos down below:
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Mellon House
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Today we went to the Mellon House, located a stone-throw away from HAS. So nice to walk through a house and see everything. I was so hot in tired because I decided to wear a long-sleeve shirt in the middle of July— in Haiti. Here a few pictures. I really liked the aesthetics of the painting and the house lay-out. It was just different.
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Beauty in undefined spaces
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A tad of the pictures of our little excursion to Wahoo Beach. Some people try to make it seem like Haiti has nothing to offer the Tourist. However, I beg to differ. Haiti has a different kind of beauty: one that you have to discover. Find. Look for. Seek after. I like the chase. I do not mind the chase. Some folks want to the beauty to meet them at their airport gate with a welcome sign. Keep in mind, the chase may not always be the best part, but I find this to be most interesting. Sure, I have found a nice beach, but I have found a lot more: patience. We are so used to getting everything at the drop of a dime, but can you the same for finding beauty? I do not know think so.
Post de Sante
July 14, 2016
Today we went to one of the “Post de Sante,” which is a mixture of a mobile clinic and an information site for members of the community. These clinics take the form of a pop-up sites that are located every-single day of the week throughout the community because the health centers are not easily accessible by everything. These mobile clinics are ran by nurses who are at the top of their field. Members of the community can receive their vaccines and their emergency needs are well met.
I showed up a site in near-by Deschapelles and went to work. I did not know whether to wear my scrubs or not, but I showed up with them anyways. While the mobile clinic was being ran by the nurse, I quickly joined two community health care workers who were in charge of passing out vitamins, food supplements, providing vaccines, and guarding the nutrition of children in the community. Needless to say: Multi-tasking was the name of the game. Each mother sat patiently cradling their child regardless of their age. The make-shit waiting room beamed with chatter, laughter, and tad-bit of crying. Placed underneath a decent amount of shade, additional benches were added because today was a busy day. Mothers handed their child’s nutrition card—some tattered and some new. These mothers knew that it was their job to protect their child regardless of how much or how little that they had. I gazed at the waiting room and saw some skinny children and some chubby-well-fed-children. Regardless of the spectrum at which they fell, their mothers were here to guard the nutrition of their child. These women and the extent to which they were concerned about their children inspired me.
When enough children came, you can feel task at hand become the focal point: weighing them. These mothers were no stranger to the process: take my child’s clothes off, place their little legs in the weighing sack, and put them in line to weighed. I let the community health care worker do the first couple of patients, learned the lay of the land, and quickly began to weigh these children! Calling each name, and the child to be next in line, order was created from such chaos. The lesson spent in French understanding how to say numbers accurately came into play immensely. I said the number and wrote it down in their nutrition chart— a chart that mothers can visually understand the progression or digression of their child’s health. I believe in that time only, I weighed about 30 babies. And that was just the FIRST wave!
The first wave got their education on the importance of nutrition. They were lectured by Community Health Care worker Figueroa (who has been a staple in the community for over 35 years). After a day of work he explained to me that he has been doing this work and he is no stranger to his community. He loves his work because of the love that his community has for him. Regardless of this love, he showed those mothers tough love for sake of his nutrition lecture. I would like to think that what he was saying resonated with the women. I would like to think that between their children distracting them, something was said that made them reflect. Sad to say, but only the first wave received their nutrition lecture because the second wave always comes late to avoid it.
Sure enough, those latecomers started strolling on in. They even started strolling in during the nutrition lecture turning in their child’s nutrition chart. Crazy right? So distracting. Imagine coming in the class late and turning in your homework while your professor was on the board teaching?
Regardless, even more children came during this second wave and I would like to count them at around 40. After being weighed, the circumference of the their arms was measured against the length of the arm and analyzed by looking at the strip’s notation of red, yellow, or green. After which, vitamins were passed and supplements were given to the malnourished children.
Towards the end of the day, we waited to see if more mothers would come and I was able to witness a Post-Natal Home Survey that was done at the “Post-Sante.” This is technically not against the rules, but it had to be done. After a month of inputting the responses from the survey, it was a wonderful experience to see one done. Mothers are asked these intimate questions and their child is inspected. How convenient it is to have access to the mobile clinic after completing a survey ? Very. I hope that mother got all the help she needed. And I hope that the work I did made a difference in these children’s lives.
When the "Sweet River" is not so sweet anymore.
Today, one of our expeditions began towards a beautiful river called “Sucre Riviere” or “Sweet River.” Needless to say, the river was astonishing. The water was so clear, and the streams allowed me to float without a single care. Speaking of being without a single care, there was a young boy who pulled off his pants and jumped into the river. I am sitting here at a table in Haiti and my friends are back home in the United States devastated by the killings of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile. I too, am sad. I feel so tired. Was I really floating so carefree in the water? Maybe I was floating carefree because I was in Haiti. Maybe the young boy jumped in without a care because he was in Haiti, his home, where everyone looks like him, speaks like him. His home is a place where even if someone does not quite look like him or speak like him, that “someone” is the minority. In the pool, I felt quite jealous of him being able to jump in the way he did........
Read MoreThere is something about those trees
You know the feeling you get when you first meet someone that you have been emailing, texting and talking to over the phone? When you meet someone you haven’t seen, but you’ve heard their voice, imagined what they would look like? After which, once you finally meet them you kindly say “Nice to finally get a chance to put the name to the face!” This is what happened to me today. After a week of inputting data for the Health Care center of Tienne, I finally got the opportunity to visit and see where all of the action takes place......
Read MoreAnother walkthrough of Deschapelles but with a Native
Because our housekeeper heard about our interests in exploring Deschapelles, she decided to take us to this new plaza that opened up near-by called “The Fantasy.” She said it’s a plaza that has a movie theater, beauty salon, barbershop, and a restaurant. When I translated for the housekeeper, everyone seemed interested but quite skeptical. They kept asking “Where is she taking us again,” hoping that the description of the place I kept saying would change. I believed that this place could exist. The members of this community need a place like this. Ms. Rosaline, our housekeeper smiled and waved at everyone in the community as we strolled through the community. When we arrived to the place, it felt like a palace. Although, it was still being built, it was complete. At this point, this entire place needed was the finishing touches! We ate popcorn and toured the place! Check out some photos below.
Deschapelles Walkthrough
On a Sunday we walked around Deschapelles to see everything! Here are a couple of photos.