It is Saturday isn't it??

Just done with my first night shift at the make shift hospital so I'm more than a little out of it...heading out in a few hours to do an into the streets type clinic with Jose.

Yesterday just wasn't Ash and I's day haha. Just a rough day spiritually and emotionally...and apparently physically. I was extremely achy and sore last night during my shift so I'm really hoping I don't get sick down here!

Relaxed and read all day in preparation for my night shift. Around 4 her and I headed to the UN camp/headquarters to hear the daily health meeting. Ash accidentally locked us out and my bag with passport and all IDs in the house so no ID for me..but we still got in. Apparently if you're an American..you can flash them a piece of paper and you're in. That's ridiculously sad to me...not sure what makes us so superior to the people living in their own country, but that's a political rant that I don't even care to write haha (lucky you!).

Let's just say...I felt out of my league in this meeting. Choppers and planes are taking off all around us, top brief-cased officials and scrubbed up doctors alike where everywhere. Was surrounded by the heads of every major organization in this country (Unicef, World Vision, Save the Children....), and tons of army men from the US, France, Philippines, Japan and on. The new ones to the meeting told what we were doing, how long we're planning to be here, and what supplies we needed to continue, and the networking began as we were then partnered up with various resources. I'm glad I didn't have to talk!...Didn't quite fit in with my shorts, T-shirt, and flip flops! BUT heading back again to hopefully get more info and maybe supplies on Monday--and my badge :).

Met a great contact with a pastor from a church in Orange County, California. He's setting up teams to do 3-4 days out in a town. Cool thing about this is that his team was wondering where the YWAM clinic by the palace was and we were able to tell him as well and actually found the YWAM doctor there at the meeting.... God places people in situations for reasons, clearly.


Last night was my first shift at the hospital. Let me tell you, doing IV pushes outside, in the dark, with flash lights as a guide is insane nursing! haha, but to be honest, I kinda love it. The operating/procedure table is taped up on wooden legs, Ryan (who I was finally able to meet up with again) created chart racks out of bath basins, and a Haitian minister decided to yell/sing over a microphone from 3am-5am in the streets--waking up the patients...(wanted to punch him in the face, not gonna lie!).

And I cried for the first time here. Ya, I know, surprising for those of you who know how easy it is for me to cry. Baby Esther broke my heart. She is over 1 years old...and weighs......8 lbs. She is completely emaciated and for whatever reason (cultural/other) her mom doesn't feed her. Mentally I'd say she's around a newborn, and has no muscle tone to hold up her head or legs. We took turns feeding her and holding her, because she doesn't get that attention and just cries. As I walked on the porch holding her, I could feel every, single rib in her back. I hummed silent night to her and she wrapped her little hand tight around my arm. That's about when I lost it.

There are some things I can't accept in this world. That is one of them. "But the needy will not always be forgotten, nor the hope of the afflicted ever perish." Psalm 9:18. I found myself being quite angry with this and letting God know it.... I'm pretty sure He is saying "ME TOO."