The power of a gift...
Attending a birth is a gift...
To attend a friend at her birth is more than a gift...
It is:
Trust
Faith
Confidence
It brings tears to my eyes...
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Maria
In her village having many, many children is common. They are uneducated as to what their cycles are for. They just keep having babies and trust God for the provisions. It's all they have.
When I first met Maria, she was on a dirty, rotten, wooden exam table stricken with fear. Here walk in several white Americans to try and help her. She had bled a lot a few days before and since then hadn't felt her baby move. I checked her over to confirm what she already new; her baby had gone to be with it's Maker without her ever getting to hold it.
Weighing out all the options as to how to treat her: let her go naturally, use Pitocin to get things going, send her on the 2 day canoe ride to the nearest hospital, we send her and her husband to the hospital. By God's providing, we had enough money to buy oil and gas and the boatmen to pay her way to the hospital. They made that 2 day trip in 1 day... rushing her to safety where she received care and saved her life.
We never did hear if it was a boy or a girl but the experience left a lasting impression on me as on her. Now when I travel back to the jungles of Nicaragua into the Miskito Indian village of Walakitang, I see my Hermana Maria (Sister Maria) and hug her.
She is again pregnant and I sent up 700 prenatal vitamins. Babies shouldn't die from lack of nutrition.
-Jenny
When I first met Maria, she was on a dirty, rotten, wooden exam table stricken with fear. Here walk in several white Americans to try and help her. She had bled a lot a few days before and since then hadn't felt her baby move. I checked her over to confirm what she already new; her baby had gone to be with it's Maker without her ever getting to hold it.
Weighing out all the options as to how to treat her: let her go naturally, use Pitocin to get things going, send her on the 2 day canoe ride to the nearest hospital, we send her and her husband to the hospital. By God's providing, we had enough money to buy oil and gas and the boatmen to pay her way to the hospital. They made that 2 day trip in 1 day... rushing her to safety where she received care and saved her life.
We never did hear if it was a boy or a girl but the experience left a lasting impression on me as on her. Now when I travel back to the jungles of Nicaragua into the Miskito Indian village of Walakitang, I see my Hermana Maria (Sister Maria) and hug her.
She is again pregnant and I sent up 700 prenatal vitamins. Babies shouldn't die from lack of nutrition.
-Jenny
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