Remember when I went to school to be an ultrasound technician? Well I did, but didn't get in the first go around due to a waiting list. Then I got pregnant.
Over the last 6-9 months, I've also had the chance to work with a doctor in the office I work at on several occasions, as he was doing ultrasounds. I've sat in on probably 15 scans or so. Helping the doctor enter information in the computer, changing the draperies, etc.
All of those experiences, apparently were leading up to this:
All of us that have worked/are working in the health care field were allowed to work at the Women and Children's clinic located on the missionary base. The current physician that is stationed there has a background in family practice. He heard that I work at an OB-GYN office and said, "Here. Have a try at it. You probably know more than I do." He had taught himself on the ultrasound machine. Their main concern is whether or not the baby is breech. If so, they want the patients to head to the hospital after the onset of labor(most moms deliver at home otherwise).
And, of course the families' main concern is whether or not the baby is a boy or girl.
I was able to determine gender and position, by the way. And, had a blast doing so!
In between several patients, it "somehow" came up in conversation that the doctor and his wife lost their baby just 2 months ago. His wife was only 6 months pregnant, and lost the baby due to placenta previa. We exchanged stories, and sympathy. He said it best, "I don't know how someone could survive this without God". Well said, Doctor.
Later on that week, we all visited the local hospital. We split up into 3 groups all visiting different "wards". At the last minute I was added on to the group visiting the OB ward. I ran to catch up with the group.
We entered the first room, all the way in the back corner. It was a new mom, and her mother. The new mom had a special glow, err...peace about her.
The translator explained that the mom had had a c-section just the day before. Her baby had died...
I can't even explain my next move. Without any hesitation, I walked right up to the mom, touched her hand, and began praying, as the translator interpreted. I was given the honor to beg for mercy, peace, and comfort from our gracious Father, as only another grieving mom could. She was incredibly grateful for our visit, and I am blessed to have met her.
We also visited other moms. But, I will never forget her.
It was an amazing trip, and I already miss the people of Guatemala.
God is so good.
8 comments:
wow nicole! that is amazing, all of it! I am so proud of you! you have touched so many!
love and miss ya!
Katie
It appears God spoke, you listened to His call.
How cool that God would give you the chance to give-out just what that grieving Mom needed. His plan is always perfect. (I'm Katie L. mother-in-law)
I admit it, this post has me crying at my desk. You are amazing and the things you've experiences have been amazing. I believe God put you there to be of help to all the people that may have just needed SOMEONE to recognize what they were going through. You should be so proud of yourself, you are a wonderful person.
I don't know what to say except you are awesome and an incrediable person. I have read your blog for over a year and I too have cried many times at my desk, after reading your blog. I wish I had half as much courage and strength as you. What your doing to heal yourself is an unselfish and moving act.
God has blessed you.....
Exactly what Tamara said. Thanks for sharing your story with us, God bless.
You don't know me. I have been following you since the birth of Dylan. I have a Dylan too. As soon as I read your post I began crying. What a blessing to that mom to know that someone else has walked this path before her. I will continue to pray for you as you go on this journey.
Amber
such an amazing story- tears rolling down my cheeks as I read. What a gift to be present to God's wonderful works.
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