Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Let it Snow...

... and it did. Quite a fair bit, actually. Well, maybe not as much as it probably threw down in South Bend (I hope you are enjoying your snow, Natalie!), but there is plenty for me here in Michigan. Enough for a snow day, although I don't quite understand them. They call a snow day because they don't want kids coming to school in the current weather, correct? And yet, you head down the hill of where I live to a huge sledding hill that is right next to the school... and guess what you will find? ;)

And for a fleeting second, this mom thought that maybe her doctor husband had his own "snow day" when he came through the door again at 8am this morning. Alas, he was only home to change out of his scrubs into office clothes. Apparently, doctors can't take snow days because it is on these days that they see more patients (those that like to stick their fingers into moving snowblower parts). Speaking of snowblowers, I'm determined to use one today on our driveway (it came with the house).  I am well versed in such snowblowers, thanks to youtube. Hopefully ours is similar to the those that were in the "how to" videos I saw! :)

Anyhow, as my son has hit the 9-month stage, with it has come cheerio eating (a lifesaver for a mom when she is cooking or desiring to eat herself), walking (with the help of a laundry basket walker), playing with his interactive toys (is this why he doesn't like to sit and just read a book with mama?), a few tantrums (we are trying to nip THOSE in the bud) and a continued mamas boy (though he was definitely delighted to see his daddy come home from Haiti). One of Liam's favorite things to do though is stare out the sliding doors into our backyard. He pounds on the doors and and jabbers away and sometimes tries to eat the glass (when was the last time I cleaned them?!); I think he is just having fun with his own reflection (yes, my son is vain), but every now and then I have to wonder and humor him.


I don't think he likes to be humored.


  

  

  

  

  
 To help cheer him up, we ate a snack afterwards. I think he has recouped from his ordeal. 

Friday, February 5, 2010

A Picture Paints a Thousand Words...

... at least I hope that this is the case, since although I asked my husband to write a quick blurb here about his trip, he is underpaid, overworked and sick to boot... not the characteristics that are ideal to sitting down and writing about his trip... maybe I'll get him to do it soon :)

I didn't feel like posting all his pics (I think the group took over a 1000 pictures), but here are a few (or quite more then that)...

 
All the donated supplies...

  
Boarding the Hendricks Motorsports jet (think Jeff Gordon).
Apparently a film crew taped them for a cable airing-- alas, I don't have a tv.

  
Not quite the restrictions that the commercial flights have these days.

  


  
King's Hospital in Port-au-Prince.
Notice the block of bricks helping to hold up one of the walls.
Everytime there was a tremor, they had to evacuate just in case the bricks didn't hold.

  
Med Supply Room. Not the most organized.

  
How to treat an open wound in an emergency situation...
make a paste with sugar to draw out the bacteria.

Below are some pics of the damage in Port-au-Prince

  


  


  


  


  
People were living in the streets for fear the aftershocks would cause the building still standing to crumble

  
A cathedral

  


  


  
Outside the gates of the Presidential Palace

  


 




 


  
Tent cities set up all around open lots and parks.

  


On the 5hr drive to Cayes/Bonne Fin, the team experienced cracks in the road, rock slides and overturned vehicles...

  


  


  



  
An open air market

  
The Team:
Back: Jan Gutwein (missionary in Haiti), Dan Leman, Tess Leman, Bill Hauter, Keith Knepp, Jeff Lehman, Joel Virkler.
Front: Linnea Shick, Jeff Traina, Molly Black, Marlo Penn, Lydia Bertschi, Tim Reinhard (missionary in Haiti)

Sights on the way and in Les Cayes and Bonne Fin




  


  


  


  
The Hospital where Joel worked for the week. One of it's specialty services was orthopedics, which was a real blessing.

 
 
The courtyard of the hospital



The UN was gracious enough to supply the hospital water.

  


  


 
  EMT and Translator (and newlyweds :)

  


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This is the kind of thing they saw when they came to the hospital (not ours!!)
(a very primitive external fixation)



Jeff Traina, a general orthopedic surgeon. He taught Joel a lot on the trip, showing him what they were going to do in each case, and then explaining how it would have been done if they were in the US. Pretty much, the procedures were about 40yrs behind the times.

  
I and D of a septic leg.

Lots of I & D's were performed.

  


  


  
When you don't have sterile drills . . . 


  
Leg Amputation.




  


  
Running out of sanitary supplies calls for creative mindsets.
In this case using a hemostat to hold a knife blade.



  


  
Tibial Traction Pin.

  
Traction Device.

  
Spica Cast

  
Full casts were not always able to be put on due to chance of infection from open wounds.

  


  


 

See one, do one, teach one. After seeing several ex-fixes, Molly let Joel put this one on


 
Finished product

  
One of the guys Joel became close to while he was there. He was going to school in PaP. One leg had to be amputated and the other was fractured. He didn't want to live, but told God that if he did, he would finish his studies in economics and help his people. He comes from a more well-off family, hence the laptop.

His family. Joel was especially impressed by his brother, who stayed by his bedside the entire time; he refused to even leave for a quick pick up game of soccer, because "family comes first".

  
He loved "Doctor Marlo", who would give him pain medication

  
Although this little girl's father lost his pregnant wife and 2 other children in the earthquake, he was constantly juggling and cheerfully entertaining the others.

  
The team plus other surgeons at the hospital.

 
The orthopods.

It was not uncommon to see family camped in the hallways to be near the injured loved ones.




  


  


  
PaP International Airport. 
Nobody was inside the building; everyone waited outside on the tarmac for their flight.

  
God bless our troops :)

  
Joel was not too thrilled with this air force jet. Apparently it kept its engines running after it landed and parked within 50ft of them. No one could hear anything, the engines were so loud. :)