By
day four, I had started to develop a routine. I usually left for the hospital
between 7am and 7.30am. In the ICU, there was a white board just inside the
door on which all the names of the patients were written. A patient’s name was
rubbed out if he or she was transferred to another ward or if they passed away.
So every morning, I would go to the ICU, peer
inside the room to look at the board, frantically search for Kechi's name, find
it, exhale, and then go to the waiting room to stay until the first visit of
the day which was from 11am to 12pm.
On this particular day (day 4), I noticed during
my visit that Kechi's breathing seemed to be a bit unstable. It seemed as if
the respirator was halting and restarting.
When I mentioned it to the nurse looking after
Kechi that day, she said that this had happened through the night and they had
in fact called in the people that installed the machine to take a look.
Meanwhile, they had replaced the one Kechi was hooked up to. This was not
exactly the kind of news I wanted to hear but I was told not to worry, they
were on top of things.
I left everything in God's hands and continued my
usual pattern of praying over Kechi, reading to her from the bible, and singing
to her.
Visitors continued to stream in. Brother Dotun, of
the South African brethren of our fellowship group came to visit with me, to
encourage me, and to pray with me. I also had a visit from the Nigerian High
Commissioner and his entourage. I took him into the ICU to see Kechi. He was
very kind and they all said they would pray for Kechi...
To Be Continued...
I know that even though we all "went through this ordeal" together, no one can really imagine the true anxiety a mother would have every morning in front of that white board in a strange hospital in a strange land. Indeed at the end of the day, the nay present companion we have is Jesus. He sees. He hears. He is present. And He stays. Others visit and go home, but Jesus stays the long haul.
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Testing the platform. This us Kechi's Grandpa
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ReplyDeleteGod bless you, Ogochukwu. This is a beautiful blog
ReplyDeleteOgochukwu, God bless you for this serialisation of Kechi's story. One of the clear words I received from the Holy Spirit after the accident was that this story will be told and it shall draw many to the saving grace of our Lord, Jesus Christ. I had no idea how it would play out then, but it gets clearer each day.Please keep up the good work!
ReplyDeleteI'm following through this blog, and in every story, I see Jehovah in a newer better way. God bless you for bringing us into this knowledge of God through these stories. God be praised.
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