Charis Around
the World
Tidbits From Ebony
by Elizabeth Carmichael
December 2010
Charis thanks our beloved Elizabeth Carmichael for
her journey abroad, her tender heart, her willing
hands and firm walk with our Savior, Jesus Christ!
Her studies in the the Charis Midwifery Course are
almost complete and she will shortly graduate.
Elizabeth will be an awesome skilled midwife!
Thank-you Elizabeth for sharing your stories month
after month. We are blessed to
enfold you in our large and loving Charis family!
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Dear Charis Family,
Greetings not from Ebony this time, but from nearby!! I am out for a
break. It has only been a little over twenty four hours since I left
the country, yet I feel significantly more refreshed. I scheduled
this time away because I knew that my first couple of months back in
after such grief and loss would be very intense and emotionally
draining. I am headed to the Philippines for a week to catch up with
old friends, catch some rays and do my heart a little good before
returning to Ebony for Christmas.
This month, I wanted to tell you a little bit about just one,
tiny.....very tiny......part of my life recently. This little part
is
very tiny, but very important because she is a little, tiny, tiny
babygirl. Enjoy getting to know her.
ZARRAJAN
BANG. BANG. BANG. My hand and fingers are tingling in a slightly
painful way as, exposed to the cold, dry air, I bang on the metal
gate
surrounding the hospital compound. It is dark and no one is around.
The only light for my feet on the rocky path to the gate is the
glare
from my taxi's headlights. A little slit in the gate opens up and
two
brown eyes stare at me inquisitively. "I'm here to go to the NICU." I
say in the local language. The metal flap slams shut and I hear
metal
on metal as the guard pulls the lock open on the gate. He lets me
come on through and I head across the cement drive towards the main
hospital building, by-passing the female body check because no female
guard is on duty at this time of the morning. I guess they are only
worried about people carrying weapons in during the day!
The air is so chilly and crisp as I walk. I can see the mountains
rising up like shadows draped against the slow and lazy dawn.
Walking
in to the main lobby, I'm greeted only by florescent lighting and
silence. A man is asleep in the corner, curled up into a squatting
position in his chair, his turban slipping off his head. I walk down
the hallway and pass two men without looking at them. They are deep
in conversation and appear to have come into the city from a very
far
away village. Further down the hall, an old man comes toward me,
shuffling his feet along the floor, carrying a cloth sack over his
shoulder. He has big, thick glasses on his wrinkled, bearded face.
"Hello, Uncle. How is your patient doing?" This is the common
greeting in the hospital when you meet someone you should pay
respects
to, but whom you don't know personally. Because he is an old man,
and
because he was looking directly at me, I took the liberty to speak
to
him. He opened his nearly toothless mouth and began telling me about
the patient he brought in to the hospital. I don't understand most
of
his speech because it is in a language I haven't studied. But, I do
understand him when he says, "We don't have enough money. We don't
have enough money." I try to look at him with compassion, and I know
this particular hospital will offer generous help to any who are
truly
in need of it. So, I simply wipe my right hand over my face, cupping
it closed under my chin. This indicates that I have offered a prayer
on his behalf and that I hope God will have mercy on him and his
"patient." "God is merciful. God is kind." I say.
I continue on my journey to the neonatal ICU, through the twists and
turns of dark hallways that smell of bleach and mold at the same
time. When I finally reach the double doors I am looking for, I push
them open and warmth envelops me. I greet the nurses and the
cleaning
lady who are quietly going about their business. One of the nurses
is
kneeling and prostrating himself on a prayer mat on the floor in the
middle of all the incubators which line the entire room along the
outer wall. There are 18 babies in the NICU this morning. It is a
busy time. Thank God this NICU exists!! Babies like them who came
along five years ago would not have had this option....
After washing my hands, changing my shoes and putting on the
appropriate covering, I head over to the baby I am here to see. Her
name is Zarra.
I first heard about Zarra when an announcement was made in the
foreign
community that an abandoned baby was in need of kangaroo care.
"Kangaroo care" is the act of holding a baby so that their body is
interacting with the skin of the torso of another human--male or
female. It is intentional "skin to skin" time which is very
therapeutic to all babies, especially sick ones. Zarra had been
through some rough patches, but now there was no reason for her not
to
be growing, yet she couldn't seem to gain weight. When there is no
other reason left, from a technical point of view, it becomes clear
that a baby is in need of skin to skin contact with other humans. It
is essential for life and growth!
Zarra was born with a twin sibling. The other baby was healthy at
birth, whereas Zarra was weak, with no fat on her bones. Either at
delivery or shortly thereafter, Zarra required abdominal surgery to
clear an obstruction. Because of her condition, her mother didn't
feel able to care for or attend to her. The family was sure she
would
die. Her mother left her at the hospital and went home with the
other
baby, but a grandmother stayed on. The nurses tell me that, for
about
a week, the grandmother would come to visit Zarra about once a day.
They said she objected to other women donating breast milk to her
and
that she talked about Zarra in very negative tones, peeking her head
in and out of the NICU and saying things like, "Has the baby died
yet?" After a few days of this, the grandmother told the staff that
she would return in two hours and they never heard from her again.
Family members can behave like this in any country and any cultural
context, as we well know. But, the kind of abandonment and
hopelessness depicted by Zarra's family is especially common here
because they have endured so much loss and they haven't had the
benefit of experiencing life saving scientific advances which are
evident for generations at a time. Their opportunities for health
care come and go with regime changes and in between all kinds of
warfare. They have no concept of the fact that, with the right care
and conditions, Zarra could live past five years old, then she could
live to ten years old, then she could grow up and be a delightful
woman. They can't even conceive of it.
When I met Zarra, she was two months old and no family had been to
see
her in weeks and weeks. When I first saw her, it would have been
easy
to be put off by the look of her, but the feeling just overwhelmed
and
overcame me that this was a little person in need of other people
and
in need of Jesus. Her face and body had no fat on them. All the
bones of her still forming skull, her arms, chest and back were
exposed. She was so small. A long scar formed a crescent across her
upper abdomen. When she was fed through her feeding tube in her
nose,
I could tell that she felt pain. She could only be fed laying down,
so, while the nurses accomplished this task, I just cupped my hands
around her trying to give her some of the human interaction she
craved. I prayed for her as I tried to position my pinky in her
palm. When a baby wraps their fingers around something and grasps
on,
not only is this an important sign of development, it also releases
a
pleasurable and comforting hormonal reaction for them which can
contribute to or indicate things about overall health. Zarra has had
a great grasp reflex from the beginning! I could tell she is a
fighter!
I try to talk to Zarra as much as possible whether I am holding her
or
not. I ask her how she is doing and feeling. I tell her she is loved
and not alone.
Sometimes Zarra has a hard time entering into a time of kangaroo-ing.
I bring her into the skin at the middle part of my chest. I try to
calm myself and my breathing, so that as she feels my heart beat and
breathes, and hears my voice it isn't too fast or stress-filled.
Sometimes it is hard, though. She acts like the contact itself is
painful to her at first. She struggles against sleep, warmth and the
intimate interaction for about 15 to 20 minutes every time. I try to
just remain still and she almost always settles right in and falls
asleep. Sometimes, she just quiets down and looks up at my face. Her
face is so small that I don't even know how to describe it. She
looks
kind of like those aliens you see on TV where the eyes are really
big
and dark and the chin kind of comes to a point, making the face
appear
as a tear drop type shape. (I say all this with great affection!)
Her little black eyes connect with mine and just blink and stare. I
try to smile and let her see that someone isn't just looking away,
isn't just busy with other duties or just bustling around "over"
her,
but someone is looking at her and is with her.
Zarra has started to gain a little weight lately, but it is hard to
tell. I have been visiting her as often as possible, and have even
asked my staff to go when they are able. It is exciting to see her
striving for life and to see the Lord blessing her with so many
loving
people to come and hold her. Several local women who also have
babies
in the NICU are donating their breast-milk to her. In this culture,
that means she will never be able to marry their children (because
now
they are "milk siblings"), but I think that is OK with her! The
nurses have noticed that, since receiving the donated breast milk,
she
has been able to eat without vomiting and has less pain. Isn't it
wonderful that these lessons are being confirmed to them before
their
very eyes!
It was an exciting day for me when Zarra started being able to root
around and look for something to eat even though I was holding her
upright against me. To me, it was a sign that she is developing and
growing. She has also started pinching me when she's not happy. My
niece, who has battled a rare liver disease, especially at the
beginning of her life, is also a pincher! I kind of see it as a
baby's way of saying, "HEY! If you pinch ME (with IV's and tubes and
all the "handling"), I will pinch you back!" I love that she is
growing stronger. Sometimes, even though I realize that she can't
spare many calories with crying or being upset, I picture her body
using those times to build some muscles as she struggles against my
soft body.
The last day I saw Zarra, she didn't struggle at all. She must have
been tired because she just settled in and slept so hard that I had
the urge to check on her breathing every few minutes! She was so
content. Although the sounds around me were driving me crazy--early
morning religious messages the nurse was playing over the radio, the
beeping of incubators, the ticking of the clock--Zarra and I were in
our own little world and I just sang "Jesus Loves You" over her for
two hours.
During my time with Zarra, I've been able to meet many male nurses
(almost all the nurses in the hospital are male) and also some
visiting midwives from all over the country, especially Pushpin
areas. It has been an honor to speak with them and know them. But,
it has been especially an honor to know Zarra.
International adoptions are not yet legal in Ebony, so if Zarra goes
to a family other than her own, it will have to be an internal
adoption. However, it is still possible that her family will return
and want her back.
Please pray for Zarra's health and her future!!!!
Can you believe that our great Creator made Himself into a tiny,
little baby just to dwell among us so that we might know Him?
Love in Him,
E.C.
Our International Charis
Family
Your stories from around the world touch us and we pray for your
safety.
Thanks, Love and Blessings to every one of you!
'Behold, I will bring them from the north country, And gather them
from the ends of the earth,
Among them the blind and the lame,
The woman with child and The one who labors with child, together,
A
great throng shall return there...And My people shall be satisfied with My goodness, says the LORD.'
Jeremiah 31:8, 14
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