“Where are you g…..” and then I heard it, my phone ringing
in the other room, and I knew what that meant. I got out of bed and got dressed
and headed out towards the car.
A 3 AM phone call means only one thing here-a hospital run.
As I have mentioned before, our vehicle is the local ambulance. Here is how it normally
works: People call our friend, Simon, when they need help and he then determines
if it is a real need and then calls us. Normally hospital runs are a quick
drive to the village to pick up the person, and then a quick drop off at the
hospital. We are normally back within 30 minuets.
So, out we went, with unbrushed teeth, clothes thrown on,
and no deodorant. The call was for our friend, Joyce, and she didn’t live that
far away. She was over five months pregnant and was having problems. This did
not concern us, since she was having difficulties a week earlier and had stayed
in the hospital a few days before being released. We stopped in front of her
house to pick her up, but before we could get out of the car, a girl came to us
and broke the news that the baby has just come out. Distraught, we stumbled our
way through the dark and found her just outside her house sitting on the
ground. She was quiet and spoke softly as she asked me if we cut the cord or
not. I did not know for this situation, so I called the girls on our team who
are nurses. They happened to be out of town, but they walked me through several
things and told me problems to watch out for. Joyce still needed to go to the
hospital, so we carefully walked her to the car and drove in silence to the hospital.
I kept pleading with God to help me and Jonathan know what
to do. We were tired, still kind of out of it, and we had no idea what to do
culturally. We needed Him, all of Him, to step in and just somehow use us in
this despairing situation.
Once at the hospital, I followed Joyce back while Jonathan,
and our friend Simon stayed and waited.
Since this is the part that is more heart-wrenching, graphic
and private, I will not go into the details, but it was there, in the light
that I saw him. The baby was a little boy. Until now, I did not realize how far
along she had been. When my niece was in the NICU I remember seeing babies
smaller than this survive. But there he was, born too early, in a place that
could not help him. Heartbroken all I could do was hold Joyce’s shoulder and
silently cry beside of her and her lifeless baby.
Just down the hall, was the sound of a woman in labor. Cries
of newborns were also heard as they were being hushed by their moms. And here,
it was silence that spoke what was happening in our room. No cries of a
newborn, no pains of laboring a full term pregnancy. Just silence.
She needed a few things, so we had to leave and go pick them
up at her house. While we were on our way back, a woman was almost beat to
death right in front of the hospital over a land dispute. She arrived at the
hospital about the same time we did. My focus was on Joyce as she was wheeled
past us.
Joyce had been moved. The hospitals here are big open rooms
with many beds side by side. So, there was Joyce cold, laying in her bed beside
new mothers and their newborns. I hurt for her. We dropped off her things, and
the nurse told us to come and pick her up at 3:00. It was now 6:45 and the
sunrise was in full color and painted the sky a beautiful red as we drove back
home.
We got home, fed the pigs (yes, we got pigs but more on that
later), chickens, dogs and guinea pigs. Then we worked in the garden, and
cleaned the house. Before we knew it, it was lunch time. I received a phone
call and answered it before looking at who it was. It was Joyce’s husband. He
was 15 hours away and had not heard what happened. He gathered something bad
had happened and I encouraged him to call his friend and ask, and so he did.
At 3, we went to pick up Joyce. Again, I left thinking it
would be a quick trip. We arrived to find out she had not been given any
medicine, and so we gathered her things. Before we left, she went somewhere and
came back with a small, cardboard box. I then realized that we were going back
to her village to burry her son. We stayed in the village for a while, grieving
along side of her.
When we left the village, it was 5:00, and time to meet with
the believers. While everyone was still gathering, I decided to take a walk to
clear my head before it started. During my walk, I was joined by a very sweet,
young girl named Abus (meaning beautiful). She was walking to the well to fetch
water and asked if we could walk together, so we did. She smiled and giggled
the whole time, stopping now and then to pick a small thorn out of her foot or
to greet another that we passed. It was a nice little walk, and I am so
thankful for that little girl who just wanted to be with me and talk with me. I
made my way back to the meeting, and was blessed to be surrounded by believers.
They learned the story of the paralytic man and as the meeting ended, the sun
was setting. I decided to walk home. As I walked and took in the sunset, I praised
God for the closeness that I felt Him. I cant see the full picture, nor can I
see how he used us, but through it all, I felt Him close, and I felt His peace.
We got home, ate and while we were eating dinner, the phone
rang again. It was Simon, and this time it was a woman who was far into labor.
We jumped up and met her along the road. This time, we were on the other side
of the emotion. We were excited and when we dropped her off, I told her I would
meet with her and her new baby in the morning. We will see what tomorrow
brings.