August 28

Ysemael is still with me. Me, the baby, tube feeding. I volunteered to take him on Monday because the last two babies that were potentials to take died the first night they were at the hospital. My conscience got me a little I guess. Ysemael is mostly the same today. He sleeps all day and all night. I think the Lord is playing a little joke on me because he knows how much I love taking care of babies, crying babies especially (um sorry but you can't hear my sarcasm here). But all I want is for Ysemael to start crying because he just doesn't. I'm afraid there is something wrong in his brain because the day after he was born he stopped crying and stopped breastfeeding. I just don't get it. But somehow he is still with us though because today he is 21 days old. I've had him for three days now and I have been praying like mad that he would "raise from the dead" today. I think the third day is a better than any. We had a little miracle I guess because this morning he opened his eyes and was just staring. We had a little arm movement but not much else. Sometimes when he arouses a little he has a hard time breathing, and that just scares me. I will say though, he's nice to take care of at night because there is no crying to wake anyone. Please pray for him if you think of it.

Other highlights of the week:
-more talk of another cyclone coming this way, but all we've had is a couple cloudy days, wind, and some rain. Nothing spectacular.
-I've now eaten the best mango of my life (times 3)...wow...is all I can say. (one of the patients mom gave them to me - for some reason she has fallen in love with me and wants to steal me)
-I killed my first scorpion in the kitchen. After it drowned in the flood of insect killer I sprayed on it and the rock I crashed on top of it, it was finally dead.