A father came to our house this morning bagging us to take his baby. The baby is in the hospital in an inqubator. He is less than a month old and was born two months premature. The mom died in birth. We talked with the man and then he took us to see his house; it is a shack made out of reeds and there is no way that he has the money or the ability to take care of this tiny baby. We then went to the hospital to see if they would release the baby to us. They wouldn't, but i got to see him. I have never seen anything so small. His head is smaller than a tennis ball and he is skin and bones, probably no longer than 10 inches. When we do get him at the house, he will need constant care and he is going to be sleeping in my room with me. Basically i am going to be mom to a premature baby for my next three weeks of my time here. Pray for strength and for my heart....i want to name him Judah, but we'll see. Pray for this little one too...he has a big fight ahead of him...we don't know if he has aids or not yet, he is malnurished and so small. My heart is already attached.
Also pray for me because the week of the 13-19 I will be running the baby house while Pieter and Rika take their boys on a small holiday. It will be their first family vacation in 3 years! It is such a blessing to be able to watch the house for them to have this time, but I am going to need strength. Pray against loneliness too.
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Oh my word. How your summer is shaping up. We didn't know what you'd be doing. It looks like you are changing diapers after all! Who knew the diapers would be so small.
I love you with all my heart.
Amy - we have been praying. And crying as we read your writing. It's lovely, as are you and your heart. Remember whose big shoulders are carrying you and wee Judah and Luis and every moment of aloneness... I am praying those days alone will be some of the most precious and rewarding you have ever lived. We are with you in heart! xo
Misha
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