Tuesday, May 28, 2013

More help!!!!! New born!!!!! Update!!!!!

"Anita! Is that you?" I was tempted to breathe a sigh of relief, seeing that the head nurse was home again. And, of course, there was a lady who was in labor, waiting, too. Maybe she was breathing a sigh of relief, too!
    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.

The only way God can show us He's in control is to put us in situations we can't control. -Steven Furtick.  Control. It feels good. ...