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Saturday, September 29, 2012

I climb | I do like best


Just like other people I also like adventures, we know people have different pleasure they could get from purposeful travel, some are just happy observing inexpensive beauty of natures, relieve from awesome creatures down and up, drop jaw with the breathtaking sceneries from side to side, fulfilling their pleasure through hearing quiet seas and beaches, make your ears borrowed by the cooing of winds sounded like the most beautiful song, also melodic music of birds, some are really amaze with the falling water of falls, flowing rivers in rough and smooth rocks that make them feel the peace of mind, witnessing the time of sunset and sunrise in different places alone or with special someone or with friends, meeting different people in different places with different stories to share, make friends with lots of the like you are, experiencing extremes through rock climbing and others, rediscovering historical places, get off to popular places and places where people undying to trend off their feet, take an eye in the places they never seen in their lives… and afterwards, cease fire! Forget all the boomerangs they’re going through for they feel it is an emotional outlet where they can forge solution to their problems quickly, enlighten their minds peacefully and make their finest decision ever that could help them to absolutely solve it.

Apparently, you can do it all as I can, mountaineering is a package pleasure you could experience throughout your life.

And mountaineering as I view it, full of excitements, extremes, adventures, knowledge and wisdom and rediscoveries and full of responsibilities
Always put on mind that mountaineering is not just a walk in a pavement, like others don’t care for every little mess you see along the road. It is our part to be the caretaker of the world, every mountain you ascend and descend, leave no footmarks.

And mountain as I spiritually discern it, it is God’s creation to show us his existence and power over us.

Be absolutely more than 100% responsible in our every pace to the world. :D

I climb not only because of the pleasure I could get and diversion I could relieve from all dilemmas embracing me but also a huge interest in making myself go roaming around to be grateful for God’s obras in every phases of the world. The skies, the seas, the lands and the things on it. They are all deserved to be valued. It also aside from its heavenly sides, it is a good workout for every inactive people to break out their sedentary lifestyle. Cheer up to the world, perspires for wellness and breathe for life. Stretch out life and be normally circulated in multitude of pasajeros y viajeros  (passengers and travelers) down the road.
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Friday, September 28, 2012

Mt. Marami | Stormy adventure with typhoon Ambo


A connotation, “Lots of confusing trails for hikers could have seen in Mt. Marami”. It was true that trails in Mt. Marami were confusing and deceiving, lots of entries were seemingly like the right way, think twice you might be entering the bamboo fence where “pastulan ng kambing at baka”. Amazing right? Stop wandering around, you may have step on to a lost trail. It was aside from confusing trail the long trail without trail sign, there were signs maybe, but it was tedious to find. Though, locals can be our source of information towards the right way, you’ll find them at the barangay hall, jump-off point and along the trail, but it was barely to ask help from them since they were always offering a guide, with fee of course – 300 -500, we understand them, they needed money to get through the day for their families, also they would understand our tight grip budget at the moment but it is strongly advisable to hire a guide if you are worried about loosing your way and halt waste of time. Trail information we got from our internet source prior to climb were absolutely helpful. Thanks to them.

Hiking with friends and typhoon Ambo. This was another first time experience to walk onto the trail while it was raining with minimal strength. Trekking in the rain was unusual that made me feel unlucky at the same time happy (unexplained kung bakit Masaya). With the umbrella on the 3 people’s hand, folded tent held on my other hand, it was tiring, still ascent moved smoothly and lost trails faced bravely. Portals lost about an hour in the middle of trek, it was raining and treacherous trail was deceiving so asked somebody’s help to lead us the way. To think several times, the name of typhoon wasn’t reminded not even passed by several times in mind, didn’t avoid us to go through but push through it. It wasn’t pour down hard; I am a freethinker about it.

don’t cross the 1st river yet, it is the sign…but we push through it, so we lost for about 30 - 45 mins
Rather, continue walking on the Right side of the River and when you see this… wooden bridge
It is your signal to cross the 1st river and we relieved from our 20 – 30 mins lost in the wrong way.

Weather was truly unpredicted. Exhaustion craves for rests, the sun shone its summer days over us and I’m tired. I got no sleeps before the climb, it simultaneously added up to my tiredness. Take 5! Take 10! Take5! No shed along the assault. Umbrellas were still useful device to protect our head, to prevent greater dehydrations and provide higher oxygenation through our body systems and brain. Energy conservation, a woody cane used temporarily. Business as usual as head rose up looking for a gradual steep.

Rain or shine, rest or continue… we don’t hesitate to conquer marami despites of many confusing and deceiving trails. Cheer up!

3 Rivers were crossed, mud crossed for lots. The crazy mud in the 1st river was unbelievably foolish that a right foot of mine buried. Withdrawal reflex happened in a split second, I am afraid.  Along the way, locals determined not the safety while walking on unprotected foot. Greetings temporarily ease the weakness and dried mouth for locals so just as the three of us. A marvelous smile of nowhere simply soothed ones heart. Unbelievably, the lame sunlight reflected on tedious clouds dimmed over the muddy land and green environment. Dashed through the rain, cautiously watched steps avoiding foot buried few inches on muddy trail way and watchfully stepped on slippery ascent and descent.

1st, 2nd, 3rd river crossing
Muddy trails and the thick clouds na nagbabadyang bumagsak

It was chucking down over umbrellas. Awkward moment, the three of us sat down on sizes rock, each of us with distant measure in a meter or two. Took pictures in the midst gracious moment of Ambo. Speechless, stare counts the rain drops impossibly like counting sands underneath the shore. Forecasted about 15 – 20 minutes of my wandering mind the rain seized.
 Mga kawawang batang walang magawa kundi maghintay sa pagtila ng ulan

Looking for the campsite, tent would be pitched up with strong pegs. Strong winds flew us invulnerably so tent placed beside the small stems of considered high trees over there. The weather has started to scare us, fogs begun to embrace the campsite. Tent pitched, things were all inside the tent, surrounding was started to shut down its lights, no visible stars, not even the moon, we were all together spent a tremendous night in the 2nd campsite. It was Mother Nature that sounded angry outside our tent.
Mukhang masarap matulog nyan!

Ambo made us experience his power over us. Scary it was to think back all the memories with Ambo at the campsite. To remember a few, the 3 of us were lying down inside the tent, in my mind I was thinking that though social rituals of any kind in the midst of the night were not possible but it could be a mysterious night for us and unforgettable one. It was true that mysterious and unforgettable experience hit us tremendously.
While laying in the tent, a great thunder followed by stronger lightning scared us, with intervals of seconds to minutes it repeated for times in my fingers, it counts before the strong wind with strengthen rain poured over the tent. Like the thunder and lightning, the rain had left different stories in this experience.

Headlamps opened. Dinner was over. Social rituals spent with ambo the whole night as it intermittently raining cats and dogs with the scariest thunder and lightning ever. The only hope we prayed for was to be safely gone down and home but Ambo as if he doesn’t want us to leave out. To think that, the way down I couldn’t imagine, the 3 rivers may be overflowed, landslides and erosions were possible. Geological changes might happen. Big eyes and drop jaw! Shocking! Be optimistic!
Moistures! It was felt from all sides of the tent. “umaanggi nanaman”. Whooooo…. The videos taken and be heard like this. (watch video clip).
Draining the flooded tent.  Squeezing hancherchiefs and drying the tent. Few hours had passed that we couldn’t find the best sleep pattern it would give us since the water seeped inside, 1 – 2 inches the water leveled inside tent that made my clothes wet so as my guy friends too, even our things inside fated to experience the angry Ambo. This wasn’t expected but it was an experience to prepare about before it organized. Another learning adventure picked up. 
Ulam pack, limited rice, egg, hotdogs, bread, water for dinner
The 3 of us faced ambo bravely, even annoyed because we can’t sleep due to strong wind, thunder and rain and worse water sipped inside the tent
Umbrella inside the tent was an unusual thing I ever experienced because of the strong pour of the rain that even enter all over the sides of  it, not waterproof!
Draining out the water inside the tent, a crucial thing that added up my tiredness aside from 3 day lack of sleep including this Marami day

On the next day. The sun had shown invincibly but covered with thick clouds. No clearing at all, “let’s wait for the rain has seized, few minutes to pass the weather will be nicer as it is expected”. But nothing happened, the fogs surrounded the summit, the trail too.  



The trail to summit when the rain seized, no one can stop us, not even typhoon Ambo from conquering the summit despite of all the fears we encountered. No clearing at all, strong wind may blew us once you stand longer but IVAN was really amazing guy that he got the courage to stand in one of the danger zone of summit notwithstanding of the wind and slippery rocks, he only had a smile before our worried faces. 

Rock Assault to summit
The thick clouds of mt. marami summit
It must be a 360 degrees awesome backdrop view over the summit.

Gone from summit, we started to trek down. Fixing up all things, drying up bags and cleaning up mess brought by proud Ambo last night were done on time. Descending down while minimal to moderate rain showered over us, muddy trail became muddier, slippery trail became more slippery, rivers expectedly crossed above knees. Carefullllll!!!!! 

Tidying up the messy tent inside
Drying up bags
Crazy mud on our way

3rd, 2nd, 1st overflowing creamy latae river

Oh well, where’s the trail way to barangay Ramirez?  Few entry points were deceiving, thanks to the locals we met along the way and lead us to the right way, still muddier trail ways were expected, including theirs famished horses carrying heavy loads over backbones, needed tidying up after the long walk. They didn’t stop walking until they’ve lost my eye, we can’t follow them anymore but their marks lead us to Barangay Ramirez so we took our lunch in the middle of the way while raining, just a pack of viand and running out water we shared altogether for lunch,we don’t know what would happen after this so few minutes passed, we continue dashing through the rain.
Very near, here at Nuestra Senora, we smell the nearest shower room at Barangay Ramires, after 10 minutes of rest, we continue to walk and 


 Finally, here at Barangay Ramirez 

and took shower not in the barangay hall but in one of the residences here, just beside the barangay hall, owned a “sari sari store”. P20 per head. Alighted to police station from a tricycle (P50), we rode on to a jeep heading to naic cavite for a bus to manila.

Before we took ride to manila, we saw “ihawan”, plan was to eat at fastfood chain but it suddenly changed due to our dancing hungry stomach.


Now, after the muddier trail ways, the stormy weather at campsite, tedious views at summit, we promised to return, we shall return, there’ll be revenge!

And we’ll leave you with this reminder seen posted in one of the trees in Nuestra….


Photo Courtesy by:
Ivanlakwatsero.com
Joshua of PKP

Paxenxa kinuha ko mga pics nyo, heheehe salamat ng madami :D

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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Hilot | An Interview of life and experiences


The life of a 50 y/o mother of 4 children and wife of a sweet husband, lived in Marcelino Pangasinan, met in our medical mission at Balungao Pangasinan, not a college graduate nor high school but certainly act as professional HILOT, in service of HILOT for 20 years with less than 100 babies delivered.
                                       
A happy and smiling face woman with confident gestures, such a lovely mother and wife and a courage “ilaw ng tahanan” is no other than “nanay Violeta”. :D (I intentionally not to ask her family name just for the sake of her security from criticism of other people.)
I can divide her story in 3.
As a novice provincial Hilot in their Bario
As an experienced provincial Hilot in their Bario
As a wife and mother

Violeta once became a novice amateur midwife

Most of our first time seems to be the nerve racking experience but exclude this courageous woman who faced her first time in HILOT with no fear.

To make brief background on her amateur obstetric way, she was 24 years of age when she started to accompany her mother, a professional midwifery practitioner with license, in clinic to help mothers delivering their babies out from their womb. She was absolutely a keen observer standing before, after, beside her mother while hearing mother’s highest pitch voice and cries laying in the bed, have a great open eyes on every mother’s baby during delivery.  For 6 years of assisting and observing mother’s delivery in clinic and in house, she then hooked up her first time.

She lived with her family; her mother lived in a separate house. A neighbor and pregnant mother who have in due labored in everybody’s sweet dreams time, a friend of her intensively knocked on their breakable door that caught their normal reaction, “mejo galit”. Facing her friend before their house and said annoyingly: “anong problema? (she spoke in Ilocano). She replied, “si (forgot the name) manganganak na, samahan mo lang ako”.

They went together in forgot the name’s house. She handed over the situation wherein she was supposed to observe and assist someone in delivering the baby. She was cheated but paid P5 after she heard the baby’s first word “CRY”. It’s like music in her ears that soothe her heart and freeing mind and heart from all problems. Peacefully manner the heart pumps through valves and circulate in system that energized whole body and mindfully triggers brain to stimulate happy hormones reflects on her face. “para akong lumulutang sa saya nun, hindi ko maipaliwanag yung saya at lakas na naramdaman ko nun, para akong nagkaron ng bagong battery sa katawan, nawala lahat ng pagod ko, grabe” she happily said with hand gestures.

She’s not the type of person who’ll easily get in trouble with anyone else because she was fooled, cheated and somebody’s topic but just don’t hurt her family.  So together with her friend, they shared experiences of tonight’s HILOT. It was a challenging experience.

While in the middle of delivery, lights turned off. It was brown out. Everyone behind her standing panicked out but her. She insisted them to give her a small light bulb to focus on baby’s portal to come out. So it happened, light bulb operated by the big battery, they called it motolite, used to successfully delivered a beautiful baby girl.
                                                                                                                                                                                                               
Followed by many hilot experiences, she became famous in some of the barrios in Pangasinan, her mother make her use of her licensed in midwifery. So babies in her hands will have a legal name registered in municipality of Pangasinan then NSO afterwards.

Violeta has been continuing HILOT since 1992.

Many Hilot experiences have been successfully done until now. Literally this day because before hand of the medical mission, her relative used to labour today and scheduled to deliver her baby girl. They were very thankful because the clinic in Bayan is open due to medical mission event. Thank God, she delivered a healthy baby girl at exactly 7:20 in the morning. She’s really helpful in their province.

I have burst questions throw to her regarding her job, I have so much interest in her job.

1.       How much is your rate in Hilot service?
Time passes, she started from P5 but now, it’s 1000 per delivery. Oops, she has a big heart, though it is rated P700 – P1000, she gives discount down to 50% and sometimes, installment way of paying full P1000.

2.       Do you use anaesthesia?
No, she replied and added it’s painful in mother’s side to deliver a baby in first stage of laboring but later on when baby started to come out and palpate the head from mother’s portal, it’s slowly becoming numb according to her. And of course, she’s not trained about injection process. It is besides they were in province. Hospitals and clinics were too far from their houses. So hilots were the primary person to contact about rather than bringing the laboring pregnant mother to the maternal clinic which is about an hour/hours, worse part, sometimes it is close.

3.       Are you trained in doing hilot?
When I was 24 years old, I was with my mother (doctor), assisting her with her patients, giving her a hand of help to let them deliver their babies safely and that gives me the opportunity to know and observe things about it. To some extent, aside from observing everything about her mother’s skill in performing midwifery, she used to know things by herself through the experiences she had practiced in her entire life of being hilot. And that makes her more trained, knowledgeable and safer Hilot doer.

Hilot as I define people who have practiced midwifery in such a way they were not legal to do it but because of poor education and less opportunity to send people who were capable of doing such thing in college/universities due to financial constraint so they come up by doing hilot. Unprofessional to think they are but helpful in giving one life to live longer in the world. Thus, they are acceptable in provinces. They were trusted and thanked for their adept knowledge about midwifery

4.       What are your preparations prior to hilot?
Of course, preggy mom knew everything about the things needed for delivering the child from their womb. Sanitized towels, blanket, baby things, lamp in case of emergency, alcohol, gloves, soap, water, unused clothes. No any other things that might hurt mother. She surely knows it because she’s a mother too.
5.       How do you do it?
She confidently admitted, she does IE on her own hand measurement, she knew when to push baby out from mother’s womb, she knew when to force a hand inside the mother’s portal just to let the baby face the world for the first time and safely move out arms and legs. Let be their cry first music to be heard by a mother.

What? a hand inside? My co-PT painfully asks in moderate voice. It’s painful and it hurts every woman in the world. No! Violeta staunchly defended herself. “I know when to insert a hand, I can feel when it is already tight or when it would slip in. “madulas naman eh”. Besides it is numb for a mother who is shouting for her baby to come out quickly.” Fearful to think for me but she said it’s not painful and no injuries reported against her so it may probably safe.

When the baby’s head felt from mother’s portal and “panubigan” explodes greatly and the IE is like “pwet na ng manok” it is the time and ready to pull out the baby, it is the signal to help her push the baby out, make 3 turns intermittently on the baby’s body while it isn’t yet fully out from mother’s portal. Inserting a hand inside, of course she was wearing a glove, to touch baby’s back and shoulder and then pulling it out slowly and intermittently. After seconds, hang up the baby from the foot and punch the butt and let the baby cry.

What if the baby didn’t cry? What did you do? Interval seconds to 3 minutes, repeat hitting the baby’s butt in hang up position and let baby cries.

What’s probably the reason why the baby did not cry from first butt-hit? Most of the case happened due to “barado ang bibig, maaring may blood inside that cause the baby to react not from the hand hit over his butt”. She indeed confessed.

What happened to pusod? My follow up question, It was cut using “sinulid” but before it does, a pressure using thumb and index fingers were used after when the beat/pulse off from the “pusod”. That was the time it was pinched tightly. It is advisable that a mother should have a prepared clip to conveniently and effectively and safely cut it.

This how normally happened to her experiences

6.       Have you ever handled a bridge baby?
Suhi? Or Suwi?... yes it happened to her experiences. But how she does it, this is one of her story. It happened that baby’s foot comes first. Therefore, she usually pushes it back inside and inserts her hand inside to feel the other foot and pull it out. Same processes happened as she turns it and pull its shoulder and head carefully and slowly move out the body, specially the head.

7.       Is there a cord coil baby you encountered?
Yes, there’s one baby wrapped by its cord, wandering cord wrapped around all over his body, even in the neck. Crazy how it happens but she was so witty that she, indeed, makes a blessed move to help her move the baby out in this challenging come out. Cord coiled in the neck, left shoulder, abdomen and right hip. God moves her to decide on how to safely move out the baby. Baby was in danger of course from breathing restriction due to cord wrapped around the neck. So she used to hold baby’s one hand in bended handgrip under the chin to let the head up and breath in and out unrestrictedly and carefully move the baby out from mother’s possession. She really amazes my innocence. I admire her most.

Violeta as mother and wife

Her experience as a mother and Hilot practitioner, she actually imparts herself a big percentage in making herself delivered a baby with the help of her mother. She had 4 children. She’s the one to signal her mother if she’s ready to deliver a baby. She prepared things, used to IE herself, and pushed herself with her own hand. Really, it’s painful she couldn’t make believe she survived from great pain. Hence, she knew exactly the pain will gone after delivered her son. She feels every mother’s pain passed from her hand. The pain is like LBM, intense LBM I couldn’t imagine. It’s the pain that is most tiring episodes of a mother’s life but the happiest moment of their lives that reminds them their baby’s voice, CRY.

A life of Violeta is like Cactus in the dessert. She always have conserved water to nourish her part, her family notwithstanding of all insufficiencies in life. She still lives for her family. Of course, we understand financial constraint of every family, particularly in provinces so it is aside from hilot, she also import “kamatis”, sacks of tomatoes from Marcelino to Urdaneta for an extra dividends she could use for their needs. Tired she was that time, Hilot plus selling tomatoes, but it can be neutralized by her hardworking husband: “baket, pagod ka ba? Naglalambing na tanong, may konting massage and serve her food in the morning and when she arrived at home. Opps, baket? Ano po yun? This term is equivalent of darling. Ahhhh…. Ok,sweet. :D

It was 10 am already and stories end when I reminded her, she needs to put herself in line of patients’ registration for dental and pharma services.

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