Intro -- NATAL SIGNS: Cultural Representations of Pregnancy, Birth and Parenting -- Title Page -- Copyright Notice -- Dedication -- Table of Contents -- Acknowledgements -- NADYA BURTON Introduction -- 1. LOOKING AT PREGNANCY LAUREN CRUIKSHANK What to Expect When Your Avatar is Expecting Representations of Pregnancy and Birth in Video Games -- MICHELLE WALKS Masculine Pregnancy Butch Lesbians', Trans Men's & -- Genderqueer Individuals' Experiences1 -- K. J. SURKAN That Fat Man is Giving Birth Gender Identity, Reproduction and the Pregnant Body -- DAMIEN W. RIGGS AND DEBORAH DEMPSEY Gay Men's Narratives of Pregnancy in the Context of Commercial Surrogacy -- BRESCIA NEMBER REID Crone and Moon, Umbilical Cords/Blood Ties -- JENNIFER LONG Imminent -- ELIZABETH ALLEMANG Heroes and Villains Representations of Midwives in Ontario's Late Twentieth Century Midwifery Revival -- MARY SHARPE AND KORY MCGRATH Spacemaking and Midwifery With, Within, Without -- 2. LOOKING AT BIRTH CLAIRE DION FLETCHER AND CHERYLLEE BOURGEOIS Refusing Delinquency, Reclaiming Power Indigenous Women and Childbirth -- ALYS EINION Resistance and Submission A Critique of Representations of Birth -- ANNA HENNESSEY Representations of Birth and Motherhood as Contemporary Forms of the Sacred -- NATALIE JOLLY Does Labour Mean Work? A Look at the Meaning of Birth in Amish and Non-Amish Society -- JEANNE LYONS Representing Birth An Inquiry into Art Making and Birth Giving: Implications for Teaching Student Midwives -- MARNI KOTAK Birth is a Labour of Art -- ARA PARKER Split Open -- ROSIE ROSENZWEIG Flower of My Flesh -- SUSAN HOGAN, CHARLOTTE BAKER, SHELAGH CORNISH, PAULA MCCLOSKEY AND LISA WATTS Birth Shock Exploring Pregnancy, Birth, and the Transition to Motherhood Using Participatory Arts -- KORY MCGRATH AND LYNN FARRALES Making Meaning of Stillbirth.
1916 reprint on v. 2 has title: Annals of the Natal Museum. ; Title from cover. ; Mode of access: Internet. ; Vols. 1 (1906)-13 (1956). 1 v. (Included in index to later title.)
• Opsomming: Die Natalse Kusgordel is 'n afsonderlike streek in Suid-Afrika as gevolg van klimaatstoestande en politieke ontwikkeling. Hierdeur bet 'n unieke stel landskapvorme tot stand gekom waarin veranderende landboupatrone en snelle stedelike uitbreiding weerspieël word. Voorts is daar 'n verskeidenheid volke saamgetrek wat elk gepoog het om bekende strukture op te rig en tradisionele bedrywe te beoefen. Langs hierdie weg het 'n hoogs ingewikkelde en uiteenlopende landskap tot stand gekom. ; • Summary: Owing to its climatic conditions and political evolution the Natal Coastal Belt forms a distinct region within South Africa. As such, a unique set of landscapes has evolved reflecting changing agricultural patterns and rapid urban expansion. In addition it has been the meeting place of a variety of peoples each of whom has attempted to build familiar structures and pursue known activities. The result is a highly complex and diverse landscape.
A Natal experience The strike was a day old. I woke up wondering what the day would hold. I was not concerned about the principles of the strike. They were sound. Physically deteriorating hospitals such as King Edward VIII have been unfit for habitation for several years with collapsing roofs and nesting pigeons. Lack of essential equipment as evidenced by the collapse of any endoscopy service at a major regional hospital. This despite four full motivations which were "lost in translation since 2006". It includes the matter of deep frozen medical and nursing posts. They result in the curtailment of service delivery, the prevention of staff retention and development, and crucially for budding surgeons reduction in operating time. Then of course there is a matter in the driver's seat that of a market related wage for doctors in the public service which has taken the focus away from the other just as critical issues. I was concerned whether my Interns and Registrars were going to be there and how the surgical department can still run a semblance of an emergency service. I was not relishing being hounded by Human Resources to furnish a positive and negative roll call for my vigilante superintendent. I arrived at my hospital still standing despite several political health policy decisions indicating its demise as a regional hospital and it sale or demolishment. I emerged from underground parking headed for the lifts the only ones in a state hospital where on the premise of efficiency you can only select your floor outside the lift, prior to embarkation. There in the short walkway to the lobby just next to the "Today Tomorrow, Together ATM" was a commotion. There was a lady lying on the tiled walkway with her legs asplay. Several matrons were faffing about her. One was comforting her at the head end and one was between the legs on her knees. The theatre matron had just arrived with a trolley. One with wheels which go round. I was now a yard or two away from the melee and the baby had emerged and was grasped by the matron on her knees. She was so astounded by nature's success that she immediately handed the baby to the theatre matron who walked away with it to her trolley. There was however, a slight problem. Nobody had either the means or the fore sight to clamp the cord. It went twang. It was difficult to add to the mess on the tiles which was impressive but this did splatter it around a bit more. I thought the baby might exsanguinate. I quickly put my replacement computer from my recent high-jacking down on Matrons trolley, and finger clamped the cord. One of the other matrons with the modicum of obstetric experience took over this task. I then looked at the bloody mess on the tiles which was even more impressive than I noticed at first glance. The matrons were trying to provide a human shield to protect the lady's dignity from the rubberneckers in the passage. This was only part of their plan as it was now evident from forlorn gaze that they expected me to do something. They even provided me with some gloves for a purpose. I might say that usually little phases me but now I was expected to deliver the placenta. A task I had last done in 1974 as a medical student when as I recall I had an umbilical cord to help me retrieve it. There was no cord in sight, so I then went groping for the cord in the vagina. I then remembered that she still looked pregnant so I pressed on the uterine fundus and pulled gently on the cord and the membranes. The placenta slithered onto the floor. It turned out to be intact. There were no vuvuzelas to herald the great event only the broad grin of a striking orthopaedic registrar who had joined the throng to witness my plight. By this time the essential heavy duty sanitary towel and another trolley with wheels which go round had arrived. The lady with the aid of a caring matron and some strategically draped towels hopped on board her transport to the post natal ward. I am pleased to report that the mum her third child, a baby girl, and my replacement computer are fine. I proudly reported my success to the head of obstetrics. Her district level department delivers each month some 600 babies of which 160 come into this world by caesarian section. This experience certainly brightened my day and helped me to cope with the days ahead. Based on this I was left wondering whether I should change my bank from "Inspired, Motivated, Involved" to "Today, Tomorrow, Together". I hope, the strike galvanizes all involved in health care provision, to give these words credence. Sandie R Thomson. Surgeon 33 Falkland Place Berea Durban 4001 0824684860