Don't want to say it wasn't a miracle...

The baby I talked about below died yesterday. While we rounded, she started having spells of not breathing. Over and over. She never really breathed on her own again though we were able to give her so much oxygen that she lived until last night. It was sad. This mom had lost the last two babies to prematurity and I think she was really starting to hope (as we all were) that this baby was going to live. Despite all odds, she was going to make it. But it didn't happen. I prayed with her in my terrible Bambara at one point. I know others prayed for her as well. I hope that despite the loss of her baby she at least saw the love of God while she was there. So sad. As we kept working and working on her baby, she realized her baby wasn't going to make it. Small tears fell down her cheeks. And then it was done. I don't know how they do it here. I'm sure she cried more once the child died but still, there's not a lot of allowance for grief. Such an interesting approach. 

Then this morning Brett went in because another baby was about to die. It was a 6 day old that had an infection which went into the bloodsteam. They started treatment but it was too late. So two little babies in less than 24 hrs have died. Yuck. The reality of life here is just ridiculously sad.