A matter of life or death, the venezuelan who travel to give birth in … – Momentum (press Release) (blog)

Dayana Zambrano has a belly very small for his nearly nine months of pregnancy. The hunger you suffered in a Venezuela in crisis, he was forced to migrate to Colombia to get medical care and give birth without it being a matter of life or death.

Is admitted to the Hospital Universitario Erasmo Meoz of Cucuta, the city for which he was admitted three months ago to Colombia after traveling more than 1,200 miles by bus from Ciudad Bolivar (east of Venezuela) to receive medical care as they do each time more pregnant women in venezuela.

“When I came here, I came with very low weight for the time of pregnancy that I had. Thank god the weight of mine grew and the doctor said that the baby is fine, just he needed to mature a little bit the lungs, because they were young,” says to AFP this young man of 21 years.

Your baby had a development slower than normal, because of its low power, as it “did not have the three meals” a day in Venezuela because he preferred to feed his daughter for a year. In addition to the long trip to Cucuta next to your partner, it affected the placenta and began to bleed.

Still pale and thin, is glad to feel better, its 34 weeks of pregnancy, lying on one of the beds in the area of obstetrical emergency of this public hospital, where patients venezuelans do not pay anything like the colombians.

Your decision is a reflection of a reality that is increasingly hard in the neighboring country. In the wake of the crisis, infant mortality increased 30,12% in 2016, with 11.466 deaths of children 0 to 1 year, and maternal mortality shot up 65%, according to figures from the Ministry of Health of venezuela.

Nothing will improve

In the room next to the Zamboni, Joselys Rods (19) sees with relief the idea that your child is born in Cúcuta, where he moved with his mother more than a year ago from Maracaibo, a city close to the border with Colombia.

He feels “very fortunate mainly because there (in Venezuela) there is no medicine, there is nothing, in change here, yes,” says the young woman, honey-colored eyes, waiting in bed to see a doctor. Clarifies, though, that despite the crisis feels “proud to be venezuelan”.

The number of patients venezuelans in the Erasmo Meoz “has been growing exponentially,” says AFP the manager of the hospital, Juan Agustín Ramírez.

Between September and December of 2015, was attended 655 venezuelans, in 2016, to 2,300 and so far in 2017 to about 1,400, generating costs to the hospital by more than $ 1.6 million, he explained.

In the case of pregnant women, “they arrive without any control” prenatal, and this includes “automatic classification of (high) risk”.

“If we were to present a tragedy of immense proportions, a displacement of venezuelans, we would have to ask for international aid, the UN or the OAS, to make sites for refugees where they would have to make field hospitals,” he said.

To flee the violence

When Marbella Child (22) gave birth to Joshier in the Erasmo Meoz still missing two shots and, according to account, in Venezuela asking him to buy the kit-surgical c-section, but “that’s not what I got”.

“The truth I do not have the resources to buy it,” he says. In this hospital until we gave up diapers for your baby, very little of the other side of the border.

“I’d rather have it here, where we could place the shots and take better care,” he says. Within 20 days leave the house of an aunt where you are staying and will return to Venezuela, but is concerned about the food crisis and health.

“Imagine that you are sick (Joshier) beyond that there is nothing to be gained from medications,” says Marbella.

Mary, her real name being a teen of 16 years, gave birth to John David does a day and see very far away the possibility of returning to Venezuela, by the crisis and because he went to Colombia with a friend when he was barely 13, fleeing the abuse of their parents.

“Grab Me as if one were a ball, I were kicked, I had bound the hands (…) I therefore decided to leave the house, get away from them a few times,” she says, shy.

Their hopes rest in the “master” took her into his house in Tibú, a whooping colombian area on the border with Venezuela. I want to “work for him (John David) and for me and fighting for my home”, he says with a gesture to a child.


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