“We are going to be alright,” the Father explained to me the
meaning of “baby girl’s” name he had just spoken for the first time to the
nurse for the doctor’s record. When “We
are going to be alright” would not take the bottle or the breast early last
week, I called the doctor who said we should bring her in. She was admitted into the hospital for three
nights with malaria and sepsis at 4 weeks old, being released on Friday
afternoon. Yesterday the father told me
she was eating better, and I have to take his word on it because between
Mariama and my health, I have not been missing holding and loving her up close. The mother of “We are going to be alright” was released on Sunday from the hospital and is recovering well from an operation. Let’s
keep “disturbing” God like the persistent widow! Plead with him for mercy and life, for he is
the Author of Life.
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