Back At The Hospital...

Back at the hospital, Kechi's blood pressure gave me some concern. It was high for her at 153/84. The sister agreed with me that it was high for her age, but nothing to worry about as long as it remained under 160. Her heart rate was fluctuating between 120 and 150 and the sisters said that was because of when they moved her or turned her, and when she heard my voice. I decided to be quiet. I just sang some of the songs she liked very softly and I knew she was listening to me.

I noticed that her stomach appeared to be distended and I brought it to the notice of the sisters. They said that they were keeping an eye on it, and suspected that it was because she had not stooled for about two days.

Kechi was given a blood transfusion earlier that day because her HB level was low and the doctor was awaiting the result of her blood test before deciding whether she would need more blood or not.

At some point during the visit, one of the equipment for IV infusion of antibiotics started to malfunction. They got a new one, installed it, and it continued to beep. They changed the line itself, and it continued to beep. At this point, I bowed my head and prayed. The bible says that the earth is the Lord's and everything in it. That included that machine. While the sisters were working on the line, baffled as to what could be the problem, I spoke to the machine and commanded it in the name of Jesus to cease its malfunction and do its job.

As I was praying, the sister put in the line, switched it on and it started working. I gave glory to God at once. The nurses, not having heard me as I prayed under my breath, were relieved, because at this point, three of them had tried and had not succeeded.

To skeptics, it may simply be a simple matter of a malfunctioning machine that was properly fixed. But to me, it was just more evidence of the awesome resurrection power of Jesus within me. If this power could raise the dead, then what was a machine? Brother Bisong once said that we have a power greater than atomic or nuclear power within us and I believe it.

I started to pray very hard that Kechi would have improved remarkably by the time Mike came. I was afraid of what seeing her in her current state would do to him. But on second thoughts, I felt that maybe it was important that he saw how sick she was in order to appreciate just how great a miracle God wrought in our lives.

When we got back to the hotel, a man called me and said he was supposedly from the Nigerian Embassy and that he was waiting at the hospital to see Kechi. I had no idea of who he was and I called the ICU and told them that absolutely no one could see Kechi if I was not there. I had to be very careful and protect my child. 

To be continued...