But, then Anita said,"Are you delivering this baby?" So I sucked my breath back in again and continued praying.
And the baby came, with a cord around his neck...and, thankfully, Anita didn't leave me in my hour of need. She stepped me right through everything, and gave a helping glove or two when I needed it.
It was about midnight when we left for home. That was how Monday started. Blue. Because it was a boy.
And then, another happy thing came. Remember the premie baby that came a few weeks ago? He is twenty days old now. I had given him up for dead. Not that I wanted to. I was afraid to hope for anything more than that. He had an appointment that they never showed up for. And with as fragile and frail as he was, I didn't trust it.
But here he came. He was round-faced and so cute. Little old poochy lips, like his mom. And what a grinning, hugging reunion all the nurses had with them. And the dear old grammy was almost in tears.
Then she told us she had been sick. But she did not make a dossier for herself. She said, "I don't have money." She made a dossier for the baby, so that he could get meds, but not for herself. I was so touched. Mis Anita said I was allowed to give her some meds for her cough and insomnia, too.
That is enough to make up for the long hours of feeding that baby when I wanted to be home, relaxing myself or sleeping. That little fellow was just eating away like a pro. He still hasn't gained a lot of weight, but he is looking like he is headed in the right direction.
And the dear little mama, who is mentally handicapped, just smiles when I tell her that the baby is beautiful. Because I mean it. They blessed me. They reminded me of why I came to Haiti in the first place...
|The mentally handi-capped mom, grandma and myself.|
|Such a joy to hold the baby and seeing that it's growing and getting enough food.|