Oh the joy of being a midwife in the Philippines; Brand new babies, beaming mothers, long exhausting labors, sleepless nights, tribal villages, waterbuffalo, traditional dancing, rice four times a day, robberies, death, devastating fires, muggings and lots and lots of prayer.
“Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in his wonderful face and the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of his glory and grace.”
If I were to write about all of the babies from October, I think I could write a book, so instead, here is a glimpse of one of the most precious moments. A very pregnant first time mom had come to Mercy that morning for a prenatal but then had been rushed down to the birth room because her baby’s heart tones were dangerously low and her blood pressure was very high. She had been lying on the bed with her IV for a couple of hours when I heard God whisper for me to go and check on her. She wasn’t my patient but I opened the curtain, crouched by her bed, looked into her eyes and asked her how she was doing.
Bethany inserted her very first IV into my hand......and I turned pastey white!
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