August 1, 2016 – Under our Mosquito Net
August 1, 2016
Baby girl, you have been sick with malaria for almost a week. you started Monday night (July 25) and were so feverish and restless.
The next day Dr. Susan confirmed that it was indeed malaria and the treatment started. 3 shots in the bum over 24 hours, you did not care for that at all!
You bounced back by Tuesday night, but on Friday it started all over again. I joined you in a monstrous fever Friday, and the two of us slept most of the day, which scared TaTaa.
Today is Monday and you are still running a fever. You went to the infirmary for about 7 hours yesterday, partially because Dr. Susan could see we were exhausted and terrified from being up with you all night.
I feel I am to blame, I was pretty lax about the mosquito nets, thinking that your SCA and our malaria pills would keep us all safe. Turns out we are in an area where folks are getting sick all the time, plus it has rained most days.
Last night, you slept in EVERY bed in our room, but the bed with the pink sheets is ours, just you and me. As we lay under our mosquito net, (which I now love and use properly), I just watch you. Had a more beautiful girl ever existed? I don’t think so. Your eyes are so big and I could just stare into them forever.
Had a more beautiful girl ever existed? I don’t think so.
The last few days have been exceptionally hard. We are homesick, full of worries, scared and lonely. We’ve wondered not if we are doing the right thing, we know we are, but how will it all turn out? How will the next 10 days go? How will we survive being so isolated and homesick, and then how will we leave you here?
Liam and I were watching videos on my phone this afternoon. I wanted to remember what happy Mabel is like, we’ve not seen her in so many days. This trip is so hard with you not feeling good and us not knowing how to communicate with you when you cry during the night.
Anyways, one of the videos is from our second day together, and I’m giving you a bath in a big tub from the kitchen. Every girl loves a bath, but you especially! You played in the bubbles we brought for 45 minutes, singing a sweet song the whole time. I asked Sarah, one of the house helpers that we’ve come to dearly love, what you were singing in the song. She laughed and said “It’s not cold! She’s singing it’s not cold.” I know God delivered those words to me exactly when I needed them today.
If my girl can sing so joyfully about a warm bath, I know can strive on, and get over myself and my homesickness and do what is needed to bring you home.
She laughed and said “It’s not cold! She’s singing it’s not cold.” I know God delivered those words to me exactly when I needed them today.