At 3pm Wed., I received a call from the Balama Hospital Administrator begging our assistance to fetch a mother in difficult labor. Their only ambulance was in route to Pemba, taking patients to the State Hospital.
Capena, our Office Administrator, raced off to fetch this mother in distress in the Namara Village, 7 miles (14 km) away. Upon arrival, 1 baby had been born, and he said it was obvious there was another baby that was breach. Jesus answered our prayers for this woman and her little ones, as He directed the hands of the new Doctor in Balama. The Doctor, with the Lord’s help, worked a miracle by TURNINGTHEBABYINUTERO so that it was born without a C-section. C-sections can only be done in the Regional Hospital in MONTEPUEZ, 30 miles (60 km) away. He knew this little one would not last long enough to make that trip. Little did anyone know, there was a THIRDINFANT patiently waiting for his sibling to get out of the way!
Thursday morning, the Hospital Administrator called again, asking for 3 baby bottles and milk formula. All 3 are “hanging in there”.
The mother and her husband are members of our Namara church. Once they are released, we will blessed them with whatever support they need to keep their 3 little ones healthy.
Manuel and crew tightening the swing bolts. These swings rarely stop in the daylight, and onstant use caused some of the bolts to loosen.
SATURDAY, 7a.m.: Where are our kids? Nothing like a Super Slide Ride for some early morning fun!
JULY “SUPERDRY” CORN now in the barn. (all 118 tons of it) Distributions to over 1,800 orphans begins this coming week.
AS I sat writing this blog today, my phone rang. Pastor Salazar told me that one of our orphan boys had fallen from a tree in a remote area. (Boys will be boys!)
They would bring him to the nearest road by bicycle, if I could send someone to fetch them. With it being Saturday, our “rest day” (ha ha!), and no other drivers around, the Bush Bunny rocketed off in her King Cab pick-up to the designated meeting place, hoping they had managed to somehow splint his arm.
When I arrived, I was IMPRESSED to see the arm WELLSPLINTED with bamboo and a torn up piece of cloth. And to think these men never took a first aid class!
We whisked him off to the Balama hospital, where the nurses at the emergency room expertly set and casted 8 year old Sandreque’s (Sand-dree-key) forearm. Sandreque is one of the 6 orphans growing up with his older sister as the leader in the CHILDHEADEDHOUSEHOLD we sponsor in Nacala Village.
He’s now home and doing well, but I think the old fashion plaster cast weighs more than both his arms put together. Proper slings do not exist here, so we made him one from a piece of cloth I took with.
Your prayers for his speedy recovery are much needed.