We are home in the US and tomorrow I will make the final drive to my own home. Feels good to be home and to be able to brush my teeth by running the toothbrush under the faucet instead of having to open bottled water. Oh the little things we take for granted. I have been up for 48 hours and can barely keep my eyes open. I was last in a bed saturday night at 10:30 PM EST. This is going to feel sooooooo good!
See you all at NES on Thursday!
Interesting, the computer here automatically wrote the date the way they usually write it over here in India. The year is first, then the month, then the day. Hard to believe that it is already November and that our trip is coming to an end. We fly from Udaipur to Delhi this afternoon and then fly out at 1:40 AM from Delhi to Amsterdam, then on to Montreal and drive home from there! We will have been traveling for 30 hours by the time we reach Montreal.
This has truly been a once in a life time trip. My first ever venture into Asia, but possibly not my last. It has been like stepping into the pages of a novel. Everything is so different here from anything I have yet experienced. Different language, different food, different money, different religions and different cultural philosophies shaping their daily lives. There has been so much to learn and absorb! My parents have gone off with our guide this morning for one more temple visit in the mountains, but I felt like I needed to sit and do some writing while it was all still new. I most likely will not have access to a computer again until I reach home.
Yesterday I spent the day with a man I had found through a friend of a friend prior to leaving the USA. His name is Ganesh Sharma and he is a very generous and interesting man. His father was a Hindu priest and he himself ran away from school when he was younger (his words) because he wanted to become a monk. He studied for 8 years with 3 different Yogiâ€™s (Holy men). After 8 years his Yogi told him it was time for him to resume his other life. He told me it took him 2 years to settle back into a â€œnormalâ€ life. He continues to meditate daily and he is very spiritual. He is possibly the most peaceful person I have ever met. There is such a quality of contentment and calm around him. He took me to visit a family in their home. The woman had given birth to her first boy 13 days earlier. In India, it is tradition for the daughter to return home to her mothers house for the birth of their first â€œissueâ€ child. This couple now live in Malaysia where the husband is a successful software engineer. They returned to her parents house in Udaipur in time for the birth. I was treated to a visit by a woman considered a â€œtraditional nurseâ€. She is a lay person that helps with deliveries, like a lay midwife might do in the USA. She also visits for a few weeks after the birth to give both the infant and his mother massages. The massages for the baby are quite stimulating! This mother delivered her child in a hospital. The government of India is trying to encourage families to deliver in hospitals or clinics to decrease the incidence of both infection and tetanus. They pay the new family Rs. 1500 for each hospital delivery. Very different than in our country! This mother spoke excellent English and asked me many questions about feeding the baby, the fontanels, and normal development. It was nice to be able to provide some teaching. No matter what country you live in, having a baby is having a baby and the basic care of both mother and child are similar. At one point the baby was make some burbling sounds and I told her he was speaking the universal language of all infants!
After the visit to this family, which was quite well off financially, we visited a rural clinic. The doctor had gone home for the day, but it was staffed 24 hours a day with a head nurse, that was a man at this clinic, and several nursing students. There were two patients in the womanâ€™s section. The room had 8 rough beds in a fairly open ward. One patient was in there because she had been having fevers, and the other had delivered a child at 11 AM, just 4 hours before we arrived. She and her child were healthy and resting together on the small cot. They were from a very rural tribe and had travelled to the clinic for the delivery. Here mother was there with her as well. Because she had delivered in the clinic she would receive the money for her child. I was able to give both woman some small items for themselves and the baby along with a small donation. With the translation from our guide, the grandmother told us that she would not have accepted the money for themselves, but that she would accept it for the child and that she felt her grandson would be lucky because he was born on the day that I came to the clinic. Almost made me cry!
No one in India is turned away for medical services. Some people have insurance, much like we do, some pay for services and those living in poverty are given a card that gives them access to health services. If you donâ€™t have a card, as the delivering woman did not, they will arrange to get you one and you are never turned away.
The nurses in India do not have as much autonomy as the nurses in the USA. On the other hand, due to shortages of help and staff in the more rural areas, I suspect their practice actually has a much greater scope than most of the nurses in the USA experience.
After the rural clinic, we visited a private clinic with a pharmacy at the front of it. It was run by a couple. The wife was the pharmacist, after having completed 3 years of our equivalent of college and the husband was a male nurse and worked with a doctor. I spoke for quite awhile with the pharmacist. She told me she had recently also taken more school to become a midwife and that she and her husband wanted to travel to the US to work. She was very curious about what other schooling she would need to be able to practice in the US. I left her my email address and the promise to connect her with the appropriate registration boards so that she could pursue this goal. I also finally was able to buy some more antacid, as my stomach was starting to rebel against all the spicy food!
We had originally planned to visit a school after this, but since Ganesh refused to take any money for his time, I had asked if I could make a donation to a charity of his choice. He told me of an orphanage that was near where he lived that was run almost entirely on donations that could desperately use the money. This was a small private home owned by a man that was himself a Yogi, or Holy man. He employed a few woman and took in infants and small children and placed them for adoption. He did not get help, or very, very little, from the government. He also screened potential adoptive parents and followed up to see that they were providing both physically and emotionally for the children, all on his own. They have a small wooden cradle up at about shoulder height outside, with a roof over it. If any woman has a child that she cannot keep or care for, for any reason, they may leave it in the cradle and close the top and it will be taken care of by the orphanage. They also take in children through other avenues as well. When we visited they had 10 children from the age of 6 months to 3 years. The youngest had been born quite prematurely, and been left on the steps of a temple. It was very sick and weak when found and spent over a month in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) in the hospital. It was then placed with this orphanage for care and looked quite strong and healthy at our visit! Needless to say I emptied my wallet for them. What warm and generous people they were!
What a special way to end my trip here in India. I wish I could have done more of this sort of visit and a few less temples and palaces. But we take what we can get! I feel very fortunate to not only have had the experience of a lifetime, but to have been able to share it with my parents.
This trip has reminded me to keep my mind and my heart always open to the points of view and philosophies of others, and makes me appreciate what I have and where I live more than ever!
Here are some photos to get you started. I sent my last post to Susan to upload for me. Having the same copy and paste problem here. Must be something to do with this older version of word? Who knows, but please read the post to get an explanation about the pictures. See you all soon! – Kristen
Our last sunset in Udaipur India!
Nurse Kristen with all of the nursing students at a rural health clinic.
A school fieldtrip!
Nurse Kristen with a 13 day old infant boy at a home visit.
More water buffalo crossing the road in front of us. It’s going to be so boring driving on US roads what with no livestock on them and all the cars going in the right direction!
These are two oxen turning a wheel that is attached to the water wheel at the left. those are small buckets that are being pulled up full of water from a well that is was about 100 feet or more down. The wheel goes around and dumps them into a trough that delivers it to the fields for irrigation.
One of the oldest Jain temples. This was all marble with incredible carvings.
There were 116 columns throughout the temple. I decided to play with the shadows in a black and white photograph.
The entrance to the Jain temple on the way to Udaipur.
Nurse Kristen models her new clothes. The pants are called Salwar, but I do not have my notes with me to tell you what the other pieces are!
We went to a village known for its handicrafts and my mother and I fell in love with the rug weaving.
This is a 4 day old water buffalo calf. I might need to buy some of these when I get home!
Wherever you go children come running. Some because they are curious, but most have learned to beg for money from the tourists. They will beg from Indians and foreigners alike.
I loved this fellow with his goatherd!
Our days at the Pushkar Fair started with a camel chariot ride to the fairgrounds. We saw hundreds of camels, horses, cattle and goats and all- of the items that can be used to decorate them ride them or harness them.
There were riding performances to demonstrate how fast a horse could go or what tricks it could do. I even got to ride a Mawari horse !
We watched a competition for the camel and chariot most beautifully decorated with colored wool, pom-poms, mirrors, shells and fabrics and of course took pictures of the winners. One evening we photographed a sunset over the fairgrounds with camels in the foreground.
We continued to be surrounded by men, women and children with something to sell. I even bought something from a cute little girl who followed our chariot barefoot for half a mile.
Today we had a long drive from Pushkar to Jodphur which included getting sideswiped by an old bus. No one was injured, just our car but it made it to our hotel.
We had two nights in Pushkar and I got my fill of animals! It was nice to have a break from palaces and forts! The buildings here are incredibly old but after awhile I at least need a break from history lessons! We met a woman from Australia named Annie, that had sort of adopted a local family a few years ago. She built them a house and bought them a camel and a horse. This has allowed them to produce income by using the camel for work and the horse, a paint (2 colors) Marwari for weddings. Weddings here a huge elaborate affairs. The groom is the one that is brought in by horseback. Many families go deeply into debt to put on big weddings. They may save for them for years. The horse Annie bought for the family won the horse race on the first day and the family also won the camel decoration contest.
On the way to Jodhpur we got side swiped by a bus. We left 300 ft of skidmarks on the road, but no one was hurt. Took off the side mirror and couldn’t open the front door, but we were able to drive the rest of the way to the hotel.
Today we shopped in the bazaar in Jodhpur, miles (it seemed)of little shops carrying textiles, jewelery, spices, and lots of very cheap nicnaks. A lot more plastic than I expected to see. But also some nice block printed fabrics, embroidery, silks, rugs, and linens.
Tonight we will have dinner with a family at their home.
Thanks, Susan for posting this for me!
Namaste from Nurse Whittle