{"id":101513,"date":"2015-04-07T07:45:21","date_gmt":"2015-04-07T12:45:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.austincnm.com\/?p=101513"},"modified":"2015-04-07T15:14:54","modified_gmt":"2015-04-07T20:14:54","slug":"midwifery-and-hospice-spirituality-f-service","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/atxcatholic.com\/index.php\/2015\/04\/midwifery-and-hospice-spirituality-f-service\/","title":{"rendered":"Midwifery and Hospice: Andrea’s Spirituality of Service"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"10636141_10205426617967963_4598677642706245334_n\"<\/a>

Midwife Andrea Maisonneuve Hendon with baby Jolie (used with parents’ permission)<\/p><\/div>\n

Seventeen years ago, my youngest daughter, Roise, (pronounced “Rose,”) was born at home, at sunrise. My dear friend, a nurse and midwife, Andrea, put her on my stomach. My baby looked up at me with frightened eyes, and said “Oh! Oh! Oh!” <\/em><\/p>\n

As her dad, who was in our bed holding me, sobbed with joy, I said to my child, “It’s OK! I’m your Mama!” I nursed her for the first time, and my husband, Blaze, gave her her first bath in our kitchen sink, after my sister in law, Shawna, had cut her umbilical cord. All the women in the family were in the bedroom with us when Roise was born; my step mom, my daughter, Maire, who had run in at the right moment, and my mom, holding Maire in her arms.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0After everything was all cleaned up and Roise Mariah was pronounced robustly healthy, everyone left with a happy glow. Maire and Blaze climbed into bed with Roise and me and we had a long family nap. It was beautiful.<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019m having coffee with my friend, Andrea, mid-wife and Hospice nurse. She\u2019s talking about work and spirituality. People often ask her how she can do what she does, especially the Hospice work. But she says that, aside from being tired sometimes, and worried about her own problems when she\u2019s on her way to work, there\u2019s nothing negative about what she does. She forgets everything else in the presence of a laboring woman or a dying person. \u201cIt\u2019s like a window to Heaven!\u201d<\/p>\n

More often than not, dying people she comes into contact with are in a state of peace as they near the end of their earthly lives, and they commonly seem to be seeing and talking to people in the room that nobody else can see, most often, people they love who have died.<\/p>\n

My mother looked up in wonder, not having really spoken for months at the end of her illness. “What are you all doing here? Are you going to take me with you?”<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The deaths Andrea has been able to be present for were powerful spiritual experiences for her. The houses of the dying are filled with God\u2019s presence, and she prays deeply when she is working with a patient and his or her family.<\/p>\n

She is more grounded and profoundly present than at any other time in her life, she reflects, when she is working.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, as she goes about her own daily business, she thinks, \u201cWow, I really did that.\u201d<\/p>\n

The morning my second husband, Bob, had died, Andrea had the beautiful idea of inviting our close women friends to come and wash and anoint his body. She thought of it because in the Bible, women were the ones who prepared the body for burial with bathing, oils and spices.<\/em><\/p>\n

Our friend, Amy, had a set of Biblical essential oils, such as frankinsence, myrrh, myrtle, spikenard, etc.<\/em><\/p>\n

Andrea, with solemn tenderness, guided us through an improvised ritual; with Bob\u2019s body modestly draped, we washed him reverently, and anointed him with fragrant oils. <\/em><\/p>\n

We cried and we prayed. <\/em><\/p>\n

She guided family and friends in prayer and asked each of us if we had anything we wanted to say as we waited for the funeral home, and for our friend, Deacon Ron Fernandes, who led us in prayer and blessing, and even singing.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen a family is spiritual, it\u2019s really nice for me- especially if they are Catholic. I am always glad to see icons or a crucifix or picture of Mother Mary in a house. Then I know I can openly pray the rosary. The rosary is definitely the prayer I pray the most during my work.\u201d<\/p>\n

“During labor or grief, my imagery\/prayer is, ‘Please, Mother Mary wrap this mother, this couple, this family, me, in your mantle of grace and mercy.’ I call that image to my mind.”\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Andrea says she often senses the presence of Mary at births, especially.<\/p>\n

“I think I identify with her because she labored to birth Jesus, she was human, and she suffered the grief of His death. This comforts and gives me strength.”<\/p>\n

\"Our<\/a>

Our Lady of Guadalupe<\/p><\/div>\n

I have always thought it was perfect that Andrea was born on the feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe, December 12. \u00a0The Virgin Mary of Guadalupe is the patroness of the unborn, and in that image, she is pregnant.<\/p>\n

\u201cPeople are always so grateful. And I think, I didn\u2019t DO anything, I was just there!\u201d<\/p>\n

I know why people are grateful. They are grateful because<\/em> she was there. Andrea brings a sense of solid, motherly, and professional competence into a frightening situation, she gives the intimate and ultimate mysteries of birth and death back into the hands of the family. Then these events become far more personal, home and family-centered experiences because of her courage and love, her willingness to come to the family, and serve them where they are, in order to allow them to give birth, or to die, at home. This is a gift of peace.<\/p>\n

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My husband, Bob, resting at home under Andrea’s care through Hospice.<\/p><\/div>\n

She recognizes, nurtures and draws out the best in people when it is most needed. She makes them feel empowered in trusting the process.<\/p>\n

Precious to me is the memory of Andrea holding my hand as I labored in the bath tub. I laughed and said I could not imagine our family doctor doing this, as good as he is.\u00a0<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"Andrea<\/a>

Andrea at a birth. Photo courtesy of her colleague Tony Kimple, used with permission.<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cThere is just so much love that is there,\u201d she says, tearing up.<\/p>\n

She is certainly adept at finding the beauty inherent in these events, and transmitting it just where it is needed.<\/p>\n

As we talked about her work, she cried now and then. Don\u2019t worry, she cries easily. She also believes so much in what she is doing, she is very passionate about it. She gets frustrated trying to describe her thoughts and experiences. She thinks she is ineloquent. But she’s not.<\/p>\n

Andrea is very earthy, and as I thought about what she was saying, and what I learned, having watched her work, I see that her spirituality involves being very in tune with the Sacred Humanity of Christ, of the physicality of birth, suffering, and death, of what Veronica\u2019s veil would have really looked like, smeared with the dirt, blood, sweat, snot, and tears of the very real Face of Our Lord.<\/p>\n

The blood and water from the side of Christ make sense to Andrea. She has these all over her all the time. She understands the physical as deeply spiritual. Hers is an \u00a0Incarnational spirituality, true to the One who came to share our sufferings and give us life; actual life, not just an idea, Life we can touch and hold. That’s how real the Resurrection was. Jesus wasn’t just a spirit. He was and is real. His wounds were touched by His disciples. He ate with his traumatized friends. He comforted them.<\/p>\n

Andrea experiences this truth of the Incarnation as an every day reality, and to her, it just is.<\/p>\n

Well, not really, because she cries when you try to get her to talk about it.<\/p>\n

\"Andrea's<\/a>

Andrea’s coffee cup<\/p><\/div>\n

\n

\u201cWhat are you looking at, Daddy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe glory of God.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does it look like?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t believe it!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Seventeen years ago, my youngest daughter, Roise, (pronounced “Rose,”) was born at home, at sunrise. My dear friend, a nurse and midwife, Andrea, put her on my stomach. My baby looked up at me with frightened eyes, and said “Oh! Oh! 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