East Bardera Mothers and Children's Hospital

East Bardera Mothers and Children's Hospital (EBMCH) is a non-profit institution women's and children's hospital located in Baardheere, Somalia. The hospital was started by expatriate Somalis based in North America. The hospital, locally referred to as Isbitaalka Bariga Baardheere, is managed by a team of nurses in addition to one of the most experienced midwives in the Bardera district of the Gedo region.

With a competent medical staff and access to supplies from safe markets in Canada and the United States, East Bardera Mothers and Children's Hospital stands as one of the best organized hospitals in Somalia. Women also make up 75% of the hospital's staff, which offers women and children a safe and comfortable environment in which to receive medical advice and treatment.

Read more about East Bardera Mothers And Children's Hospital:  History, Creation of Bardera Maternity Hospital, Maternity Services At East Bardera Hospital, EBMCH As A Maternity Hospital, East Bardera Hospital Services and Facilities, 2008 Annual Report, 2009 and 2010, Bardera West Maternity Unit, Staff At EBMCH, Bardera Polytechnic College Trains More Medical Staff, Community Education Against FGM and Other Health Information Sessions, Pharmacy At The East Bardera Maternity Hospital, Community Participation in Strengthening EBMCH

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