On the Friday night that Aumbi died, we got a call from a preacher of a church in town. He didn’t know what to do. A few days back, he’d met a young mother while visiting the sick in the hospital. He’d only met her once, but when she passed away the hospital called him to help. She left a ten day old baby behind, no known father, and a grandmother who was old and unable to care for the newborn. The preacher was asking if we would be able to take the baby. I said we could, and we made plans to meet that evening.
|Aunti Naomi keeping watch over Beauty|
|When the power goes out and the incubator turns off, we have to actually dress the little lady.|
|Look! No feeding tube!|
Our next milestone is Petra adjusting well to her new home and TB medications. She’s the baby I wrote about a couple of weeks ago who cried her first whole day with us after losing her twin sister and mother. She has settled in nicely, and we are quite smitten with her. The aunties call her "black shine" because of her dark skin.