I am spending the next 10 months working for the department of obstetrics and gynecology at St. Paul Hospital and Millennium Medical College. This hospital was started by Emperor Haile Selassie for the express purpose of serving the underserved and providing carefree of charge. St. Paul, or Paulos, as the locals often call it, has continued to do that to this day. Some of what I’ve learned this week is that approximately 80% of the care provided is completely free, and the remainder is nearly so. 100% of the maternity care is free, though some more well-to-do families deliver there and help support the other care. St. Paul has the busiest labor ward of any hospital in the country, delivering approximately 1000 babies per month. There are only a few hospitals in the US that have comparable delivery rates. The department I’ve joined has been incredibly welcoming and warm. I am now the 25th OBGYN on faculty at St. Paul. There are about 5-6 who specialize in high risk obstetrics, or maternal fetal medicine (MFM), about 4-5 who specialize in gynecologic oncology (GYN/ONC), about 4 who specialize in reproductive endocrine and infertility (REI) and now 5 who are focused on family planning – 4 fellows and me!
In the US, specialists tend to mostly focus on their own narrower field. Here, it helps determine what clinics you staff, but everyone covers everything on call. I’m lucky that I’ve continued to do general gynecology and obstetrics in the states as a family planning specialist, so I’m only moderately terrified about staffing the labor ward here with all the high risk patients, or getting called to help with an acute surgery for disseminated pelvic tuberculosis, something that is quite common here (my colleague operated on a patient with this on Tuesday night).
Right now, I’m feeling pretty satisfied when I can find my way to the room where morning report is held every morning at 7:30! This is a conference where the residents and interns (6th year medical students) review every patient admitted in the prior 24 hours. It’s been incredibly helpful for me to attend and hear what the services are like, how the residents are managing these patients, and start to get a sense of what my work will be. Fortunately for me, medicine is, by convention, conducted in English (I am taking Amharic lessons, but my vocabulary is still limited to about 10-15 words, and none of them are related to asking a woman about her labor contractions). In spite of the fact that everyone is speaking in English, it’s still sometimes challenging to understand. I am getting more facile at the accent which is so different from my own, I’m starting to learn the different acronyms and abbreviations, but I have yet to find a solution for the whisper-level speaking voices of some of the interns. I asked a colleague why they spoke so softly, and he replied, “Well, they’ve been up all night, so their tired, and they’re afraid of us”. So for now, my only solution is to sit as close to the front of the table as I can to hear what is being presented.