Today is one of those days that I wish I could see through God’s wide-angle lens, because when looking through my finite little mind’s eye, things are just kind of, well, blurry.
Dylan arrived safely on Saturday, and surprisingly, it seems life has gotten busier. I thought it would slow things down having another set of hands, but I guess I have wanted to divide my time between him and Mila, and Mila is not requiring any less of Mommy right now. I am so thankful for her response to Dylan. She seemed a bit shy right when he got here, but within minutes, she was in his arms, playing and giggling, calling him Da-Dee’, with her sweet little accent. Things just fell back into place. She is still not ready to be without my presence for too long, but she will stay with him and hang for a while now. So glad. It is amazing to watch the Daddy-Daughter interaction. I have so much to say about that, but will have to save it for a post of it’s own. Here’s a little snippet of their cuteness.
We decided to go to a different doctor Monday to get a second opinion on my fleshy hip wound. We were referred to this clinic by my new friend at the Embassy, and wow, am I glad I took her advice. The doctor was so kind, and I was shocked at the difference in the amount of pain I experienced when he changed my dressing. It was like night and day. See, here in DRC, life is very, VERY different. Sadly, the people are very hardened. They have probably experienced more pain in the first few years of life, than most of us experience in 32 years. The women that have been changing my dressings at the hospital would tell me to stop crying, they laughed at me, and were SO rough, ripping my bandage off, cramming gauze down in my leg, well, you get the picture. The physician I saw yesterday is from India, was trained in the States, and just had a different outlook. He actually understood the term bedside manner, and had a great one. He explained to me what he was going to do. He cleaned my wound very thoroughly, and I did not experience a fraction of the pain I had the days before. He did give me some bad news though. He told us it will take at least 7 weeks to heal, and will require daily dressing changes. This was not what I wanted to hear. I knew it was bad, but I needed someone to tell me how bad…and he did. He agreed that it would be best to just get home and get treated there. Yesterday he said there was a little “infection” in the wound, I guess he means pus, and Monday there was none. We will see what this afternoon holds, and that, plus any news from immigration, will determine our plans from here. The thought of leaving Mila after this month of major progress, attachment and bonding, just does not seem worth getting home a few days earlier. That being said, Dylan, as the head of this family and protector of me, will make the ultimate decision of whether I stay or go. Yes, I want to be home. Yes, I will do whatever is best for our family and if that means leaving, I will go. I submit to Dylan’s headship, (I learned my lesson about not doing that, when he told me to go to the doctor days before I actually went), so when he tells me it is time, I will go. Until then, I am going to try to stick it out until that much anticipated letter comes through, and we leave here a family of 3.
On the subject of Mila’s exit letter, we are still waiting to hear something. I believe they have at least reviewed our case, thanks to a graphic photo of my hip and a little help from the U.S. Embassy, We hope to hear something today. A lot gets lost in translation, so I am not sure exactly what stage we are at, and how much longer it will take.
If you have a weak stomach, don’t scroll down, I am attaching a picture of my hip below.
1. Today will be the day that the immigration office gives us news regarding our exit letter
2. That I will get a good report at the doctor today
3. That we will be open to see what the Lord is revealing to us about Himself as we walk through these trials
4. That I will be reminded of the Lord’s goodness in bringing our family together, the mercy He shows me everyday, and that He has purpose in ALL things (holes in legs, and painfully slow government processes included)–I know this, but I need it preached to me sometimes.
Working in Home Health I have seen much worse, but it is pretty nasty. My guess is it is 1 1/2″ in diameter, and 3/4″ deep.