September 19, 2014
“But as for me, I will sing of your power. Each morning I will sing for joy about your
unfailing love. For you have been my
refuge, a place of safety when I am in distress. O my strength, to you I sing praises, for
you, O God are my refuge, the God who shows me unfailing love.” Psalm 59:16-17
Here I sit almost four weeks after giving birth to our first child
with a story to tell. We have a
beautiful
little boy named Emmanuel who loves to eat and is gaining weight like milk is going out of style. We are so thankful for him. This has also been the most difficult time of my life, and consequently my husband’s life. Since having a caesarian-section over three weeks ago, I have been quite sick. I have required re-interventions to drain an old abdominal bleed whose cause is unknown. My intestines did not function for about two weeks. There were days that I struggled physically to get out of bed. I have experienced a lot of different kinds of pain and have become good at describing it. I have needed help bathing and transferring. I needed a steady arm to ambulate. I have felt weak and wanted to do more to care for our beautiful baby. Everyday I looked for “small victories,” but some days I struggled to find them. Sometimes the day ended with me simply knowing that God was with me. He knew my struggle and was able to catch my tears. I am about 25pounds lighter (some of that is the baby!) and so thankful to be able to eat good food again for the past week. I am thankful to be able to take over more of the care for Emmanuel. I am on the mend, thanks be to God.
little boy named Emmanuel who loves to eat and is gaining weight like milk is going out of style. We are so thankful for him. This has also been the most difficult time of my life, and consequently my husband’s life. Since having a caesarian-section over three weeks ago, I have been quite sick. I have required re-interventions to drain an old abdominal bleed whose cause is unknown. My intestines did not function for about two weeks. There were days that I struggled physically to get out of bed. I have experienced a lot of different kinds of pain and have become good at describing it. I have needed help bathing and transferring. I needed a steady arm to ambulate. I have felt weak and wanted to do more to care for our beautiful baby. Everyday I looked for “small victories,” but some days I struggled to find them. Sometimes the day ended with me simply knowing that God was with me. He knew my struggle and was able to catch my tears. I am about 25pounds lighter (some of that is the baby!) and so thankful to be able to eat good food again for the past week. I am thankful to be able to take over more of the care for Emmanuel. I am on the mend, thanks be to God.
Through all of this, my husband Warren has been both an amazing new dad and
husband. He has stayed up with Emmanuel
for nighttime feedings. He has taken
very good care of me, from the c-section to managing my complications with the
Congolese doctors here. He has
challenged me to do
the difficult things, like moving despite the pain. He has put in IVs and made it possible for me
to be cared for at home, albeit one evening that he spent with me in the
hospital. I have been grateful for my
dear nursing friend Heather who been a constant encouragement and prayer
partner, faithfully taken my vital signs, cooked me good food, and helped me
adjust to being a new mom. I am grateful
to Heather’s husband and mother who have also been present in a supportive
role. We have many Congolese friends and
colleagues who have visited and prayed for us.
I am grateful to a missionary friend who gave me his blood when I was in
need. We have other missionary friends
who have shared their food and prayed with us.
I am grateful to the doctors and nurses at CME-Nyankunde who gave me
anesthesia, took my vital signs, did home visits, and delivered medications and
drew labs at the house.
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It has been very significant to the Congolese that Emmanuel
was born here at Nyankunde. They say “he
is one of us!” The vegetable ladies
(ladies who sell vegetables in front of the hospital) have been calling him
“Nyankunde.” It used to be that many
missionaries had their babies here, but it has been many years. We want the local people to know that this
village is safe now and that we believe a new day has come. It seems funny that giving birth to a baby
could help give people hope, but I believe it can.
We chose to name our baby Emmanuel which means “our God with
us.” This has been a good choice
of
names. There have been many times these last few weeks that I
have been reminded of the simple fact that God is with us. He is our refuge and in Him we put our
trust. Even as I received a very
disorienting medication called ketamine for a procedure, when I did not know
who or where I was I had our little boy’s name in my mind: “Emmanuel, our God
is with us.” I knew it was God who gave me this consolation when I needed it so desperately. He wanted me to know that He was with me and that I did not need to be
afraid. I needed that.
Many of you have wondered how we are doing, so this is an update as we are emerging from a challenging time. Give thanks to the Lord with us for health and recovery and for the amazing blessing of children. We need your prayers as I (Lindsey) continue to recover. Stay tuned as our next posting will be about the hospital's celebration of Emmanuel's birth, a really special time. Can you guess the gift we received for giving birth in this little village?
Blessings,
Lindsey
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| Me and Emmanuel |
Many of you have wondered how we are doing, so this is an update as we are emerging from a challenging time. Give thanks to the Lord with us for health and recovery and for the amazing blessing of children. We need your prayers as I (Lindsey) continue to recover. Stay tuned as our next posting will be about the hospital's celebration of Emmanuel's birth, a really special time. Can you guess the gift we received for giving birth in this little village?
Blessings,
Lindsey


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