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Surprise Me

One of my favorite things about working maternity is that you never know what will walk through the door. One quiet night in the maternity, an emergency suddenly arrived and before we knew it, a premature baby was born at 31 weeks. Two days later, another premature baby was born at 29 weeks. The two little babies were placed in our crude NICU, and they have been steadily growing up together side by side in their separate incubators like really good, friendly neighbors. Between all the feedings, changes, and medications, we nurses have grown quite fond of these kiddos and their mommas. In fact, since babies here don’t get named until later on, we affectionately call them baby Ashli and baby Megan, named after their two favorite nurses.  The day after the babies were born, their families started asking if they could go home. It was explained to them that they would be spending several weeks minimum in the hospital, but despite the repetitive explanations, they kept asking. Like ...

Two Different Days, Two Different Worlds

I anticipated an interesting response this time when I asked another missionary nurse how her day was. I had slept all day since I was between night shifts, but she had gone out during the day to observe what goes on during the Muslim holiday known as Tabaski.  “I feel like I’ve had two different days all in one today,” she said as she ate dinner and I sipped coffee before going into work that night.  “First I had a normal day. I woke up, made coffee, and chatted with Megan in our pajamas. Then I took my bike outside just to cruise around and see what everyone else was doing. Big cows were tied up everywhere, others were already slaughtered. I dodged the blood running in streams through the streets. A little boy was walking towards a goat with a machete, and I didn’t stop to watch although I knew what was about to happen. It felt like a totally different day.”  It’s the closest thing I’ve ever seen to a modern day Passover.  Here in this Muslim town,...

Ten Thousand Times Better

We had two full days off in a row, and we certainly made the most of it. We also didn’t sleep very much of it. The first night, we had a girls sleepover for Megan’s birthday party, which included a whole lot of pizza, funfetti cake (I know what you’re thinking, and no, we can’t get that here. It was sent with love all the way from America!) karaoke, games, foot massages, a movie, and a crazy amount of coffee the next morning. It was a classic girls’ sleepover that has probably never been done so good in all of West Africa.  I needed two more cups of coffee and a one hour nap to get me through the rest of the day, which involved preparing for party part two that night, this time for an African family that is precious to Megan and I. We brought out all our best party pizazz - beef stroganoff, sweet tea, popcorn for dessert (that’s a totally African thing that I’ve come to appreciate), a wild game of Uno, and a sweet time of worship. Honestly, I think they had just as good of a t...

At His Feet

I kept my eyes glued to the ground, where I placed one foot in front of the other as I climbed the rocky staircase. I noticed how each stone was rugged and natural, yet strategically placed in an organized fashion, and I presumed that someone took quite a bit of time to create this pathway staircase.  I intentionally refused to look up, partly because I might fall on my face if my eyes left the ground, but also mainly because I didn’t want to see how high I was. Not yet. Not until I got to the top.  My heart was pounding in my ears and I was trying not to breathe as hard as my lungs would have liked, but I did not stop even once until I reached the summit.  Then I lifted my eyes. The landscape spread out below me like a soft green wrinkled blanket. The different fields - corn, millet, soy, and cotton - created the patchwork on this quilt that was hemmed in by rolling hills on all sides. Dirt roads and winding footpaths formed the stitches. The clouds made mov...