N delivered her twins at term and at home in rural Zangskar at 12,000 ft. She was attended by her sister, a midwife, and the local pharmacist.
My son was the other was born at 26 weeks with the best technology and technique that biomedicine has to offer. He was delivered in a stainless steel operating theatre at Dartmouth hospital, attended by no less than four obstetricians, several obstetric residents, three anesthesiologists, two neonatologist, a few neonatology residents, and a dozen nurses.
N's labor and delivery took all of six hours. I was in early labor for four days, and active labor for 27 hours. N received a single shot of muscle relaxant called epidocin (valethamate bromide) used to relax the cervix and speed up dilation.
I had hoped to deliver naturally, without drugs. "What drug are you on?" the doctors and residents implied every time I mentioned this wish. Despite my considerable resistance, I was given: obligatory magnesium to slow the labor (not necessary as studies on tocolytics have showed, and quickly abandoned once it was discovered I had PROM), antibiotics to prevent infection (mainly because the resident had botched my GBS culture and so there was no way to tell if I needed them), IV fluids for rehydration (I'd have preferred water), steriod shots to hasten fetal lung development (very good), pitocin to speed up my labor (very painful), and an epidural shortly before the twins were born (on my obstetrician's insistance to ensure the safety of the breech delivery of the second twin at such an early gestational age).
If I had delivered my twins in Zangskar, they probably would not have survived. If Nyima had delivered her twins in the US, she would never have been able to deliver at home, vaginally, with only a midwife present. While both Nyima and I delivered without any maternal complications, in either setting both of us were at risk for post-partum hemorrhage. In Nepal roughly half of all maternal deaths are caused by hemorrhage, while one third of such deaths are due to hemorrhage in India and Tibet.
India and Nepal have some of the highest maternal mortality rates in Asia---450 and 589 per 100,000, respectively. I have estimated Zangskar's maternal mortality to be slightly higher than the all India average.
But it is easy to get lost in statistics. Consider, then, the home birth of twins in the Himalayas.
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Neither N nor her sister Lhaskyid, the midwife, was sure N was having twins nor a breech until the day of her delivery.
When Lhaskyid performed her first internal exam, shortly after N went into labor, she discovered two things in rapid succession. First, N was already ‘two fingers’ (3 cm) dilated after only an hour of labor. But the real surprise lay beyond the cervix. Rather than the comforting roundness of a head, she felt buttocks and a little lingam. She almost cried out and not because she had just discovered her sister was having a boy.
But because this baby was not headfirst.
She had delivered many breeches in her life, but none of them twins, and always with a backup midwife. She knew the problems a breech could cause---cord entrapment or cord prolapse in which the oxygen to the baby gets cut off, or head and shoulder entrapment in which the baby gets stuck on its way out. Most critically, she knew that in any of these scenarios, there was no option for an emergency cesarean or any of the other life saving measures for baby or mother in Zangskar. The nearest hospital was a 22 hour drive over a high pass that was still blocked by several feet of snow.
L finished her exam, smiled, and told her sister she would soon have the baby. Then she went into the next room to get help. She sent her mother off to call Karsha's most skilled birth attendant, a local pharmacist, while she made tea for N and herself.
The medical assistant arrived perplexed, for he knew that L had delivered many babies in her career and usually on her own. When she asked him to perform an internal exam, he nearly gasped, but kept his face poker straight. He and L discussed their labor strategy in Urdu rather than Zangskari so that N never suspected how difficult this delivery might be, nor that she was having twins. Maybe it helped that both L and her assistant knew to keep their ‘hands off the breech’, for the twins were born, an hour apart, with no complications.
In the first year after their birth, N's twins had a few bouts of fever and diarrhea. IN the first few months after their birth, my twins stayed in the Intensive Care Nursery at Dartmouth Hospital, until they could take in enough calories and stay warm enough to come home.
Both sets of twins, for very different reasons, outwitted the odds against them.


