On Sunday we had a wonderful visit to the International Church…and as I had posted on Facebook, we all agreed:  A GREAT DAY

I think we all felt that our souls had been feed.

One of the songs that really spoke to me was the following by Matt Redman.  It spoke to me when I was pregnant and still speaks to me when I know we won’t be:

YOU NEVER LET GO

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Your perfect love is casting out fear
And even when I’m caught in the middle of the storms of this life
I won’t turn back
I know you are near

And I will fear no evil
For my God is with me
And if my God is with me
Whom then shall I fear?
Whom then shall I fear?

(Chorus:)
Oh no, You never let go
Through the calm and through the storm
Oh no, You never let go
In every high and every low
Oh no, You never let go
Lord, You never let go of me

And I can see a light that is coming for the heart that holds on
A glorious light beyond all compare
And there will be an end to these troubles
But until that day comes
We’ll live to know You here on the earth

(Chorus)

Yes, I can see a light that is coming for the heart that holds on
And there will be an end to these troubles
But until that day comes
Still I will praise You, still I will praise You

(Chorus 2x’s)
© 2006 Sparrow

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Sorry that I wasn’t able to write yesterday when we returned home from the doctor and Nairobi.  We have been fighting random power outages for about a week.

So I had an appt. with a wonderful ob/gyn yesterday.  She was everything I had prayed she would be:  knowledgeable, empathetic, encouraging….

But she did confirm that I was in the process of a miscarriage, and sent me for an ultrasound to double check  and it came back in agreement.

It is hard to believe that we were in this position not even a year ago.   In God’s grace, he makes this load easier to bear having had that experience.  My heart was guarded during this pregnancy, and perhaps because of such, it makes it easier to process this loss  and continue on with all of the craziness that is everyday life…kids that need to be mediated, laundry, picking up the never ending  mess, food.

The OB/Gyn didn’t have an explanation for the 2 miscarriages in a row, but I will go back in another week for a repeat ultrasound to make sure everything is ok and then we will run blood tests….she has several ideas on what we might do to better support an early pregnancy so this doesn’t keep happening.  We’ll see how all of that goes.

Thank you to all of you for you prayers of support and healing for our hearts.  If you know us, you know that we love kids and I especially love babies.  🙂   Continue to pray that the physical aspect of this process goes smoothly and with less pain than last time.

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So, I guess I didn’t blog about it last week. 

The visit with the dermatologist went well.  Odd, but well.  It was like hanging out in an old college professors office, but one from the 80’s, with about that much dust, and that old of books lining the entire span of the wall.

For some odd reason I was expecting Dr. Owili to be Indian.  Really, I had no basis for the assumption other than Owili sounded Indian??  Yeh, not very sound reasoning.

Anyhow, Dr. Owili turned out to be a pleasant 50 year old Kenyan man who was very welcoming and comfortable to talk to.  He chit chatted for a bit, then asked if we should take a peak at my ex-melanoma site.

“Here?”  I questioned.  Cause we were just hanging out in chairs at his big huge professor type desk.

“Oh, you can go behind the curtain I guess.”

Phew, thanks I thought.

The rest of the appt. went like any might in the states.  Looking at my skin, examining this spot and that spot.  Agreeing to come back in 3 months.

And I thought, “Hey that wasn’t so bad!  I’m off the hook for 3 months!”

But in the back of my mind I knew that wasn’t REALLY true, because I’d taken a pregnancy test the week before and it had been positive.

Yeh, you’re surprised.  I WAS SURPRISED.  Although, I don’t know why I kid myself.  Both of these other little aliens running around that I call Eli and Lucy happened pretty quick like that  too.  I should know that my “messing around” can’t be messing around.

But, I told myself I’d have a while to ask around and find a gyno and get used to the insane hair-brained idea of having a baby here.

I ran into a very obviously pregnant American woman at church who gladly gave me the name of her gyno.  This woman, Nicole, is here from Uganda for the last 7 weeks of her pregnancy because it’s really not safe to have babies there (Her words, not mine).

So, I’ve been feeling fine and dandy, a bit hesitant since it is almost a year to the  day that we were pregnant with the baby we lost & it’s hard to have that kind of excitement and then that kind of let down.

And then this morning the symptoms of miscarriage started and I needed to find that darn doctors number and right when I went to get on the internet to find it.

NO POWER.  The internet is our lifeline.  We don’t have a land line phone.  No operator to call.  No phone book. 

Ian was gone, there was no car, and no power.  I kind of lost it a little and had myself a little cry when everyone was out of the house.  A little  pity party.  I felt much better afterwards, and then the power came on and I was able to get the doctors phone number.

SO, to make that incredibly long story come to an end:

Please, please pray for us.  I have an appointment tomorrow at 3:30pm with the gynecologist at Aga Khan hospital and I am hoping that she is able to say that this is just a different pregnancy and that the cramping and spotting mean nothing…..but there is that memory of last time in the back of my mind.    Pray that this woman has a gentle manner, that she is empathetic and caring and above all wonderful at her craft.  That she is an angel sent for me.

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A mother’s job never changes.

No matter where you are:  home, on vacation, recovering from the flu or a C-section, in a foreign country. 

There is always the issue (yes, it can be an issue) of LAUNDRY.

I remember my dear friend Erika talking about her new LG washing machine she recently was ABLE (it is a treat to buy a new appliance right?) to purchase.

My sister-in-law Kori has a pretty Saaa–wheat washer/dryer combo herself.  I think it does everything except take the clothes off your body when it’s time.

I never really fancied myself an admirer of laundry machines.  Until now.  I lovingly walk down the supermarket aisles and run my hand along the smooth gloriously shiny tops of all of the various models.

Right about now, I’d take any, even the 6kg cheaper Samsung model.

Ok, well honestly, we’re doing ok with the whole hand wash method, especially because I’m not the one doing the bulk of the washing.  Esther is.  And bless her for doing so!

I have given it a whirl though and it looks a lot like this in process:

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A lot of stooping and rinsing and wringing.  It’s much better with a stool in my opinion.  Esther will never take one.  These women don’t either:

 

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I’ve always liked the sight of laundry blowing in the breeze, just not the stiff feeling it gives jeans and some knit cottons.  But, when it comes to dirty clothes (which seems to happen instantly out here in Thika even in comparison to being in Nairobi) or stiff clothes, I’ll take cardboard pants any day.

 

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So, if you’re savy, you’ll have found Megan Steele’s blog that she is writing while here in Kenya and you can have twice the reading pleasure!  On days that I seem just too worn out to get anything onto the blog…it is nice…because she has often written one!

Anyhow, this is about a week late, but I thought I’d share some pictures from our Lake Naivasha adventure last weekend starting of course with a stop for coffee at Java House:

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We then drove up from Nairobi through Limuru, a beautiful lush farming town:july 09 158

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From Limuru, we drove up until we reached the end of the Great Rift Valley http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rift_Valley_Province.  Truly, pictures do not do it justice, but here’s a go of it:

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From there we approached the town of Navaisha where we made a brief stop so I could go to the bathroom….ahh, my first experience with a squat toilet.  Lovely.  I don’t have a picture of that, but imagine it on the side of a service station, with a raggedly old wooden door, padlocked from the outside (latched from the inside thankfully), with a hole in the floor, a pull handle and NOTHING else.  Pretty darn gross, but when you’ve held it for 3 hours, sometimes you take what you can get.

 

Ian and the kids then hid from the 7 cats at the YellowGreen Restaurant that ended up jumping up and stealing chicken off of Megan’s plate:

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Then after lunch, off to the lake that we accessed from the Naivasha Country Club:

 

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Ok, so I’ve been working on this darn post for like 4 days now, and it really looks like this is all of the pictures that I am going to successfully load on here.  It was a beautiful trip and we had a great time.  Megan has a great picture of one of the hippos we saw on the lake on her blog.

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It is fun to meet the families of Centre employees. We get to see some more than others as some workers are from more remote parts of Kenya and have housing provided for them on site.

One employee has 2 young boys here with her.

The youngest boy, who is aboout 8 (although his ten year old brother says 9), has adopted our family. When he gets off of school he now proceeds straight to our house after entering the Karibu Centre gate. No check in with his mom, she’s yesterday’s news now.160

These boys are enthralled by everything in our house. It is a delicate balance of letting them explore and not having things broken or mysteriously missing later in the evening when they are gone. It’s not stealing. I honestly just think that when you have had little to no possessions, you don’t understand the concept of using something and then leaving it, or having someone share it with you with the idea that it is just a temporary loan.

The younger one pretty much is a fixture in the May house now. He is so comfortable with our house that he just does a quick little knock on the door and then walks in. He asks me for snacks. Asks to have the t.v. on. Wants to mess with my computer and camera……just like our own kids.

He got ahold of the camera and I think he might have a future in store as a photographer

He got ahold of the camera and I think he might have a future in store as a photographer

One day I came home in the middle of the day from the centre and he was just hanging out in our house quietly lounging on the sofa while Ian was eating lunch. Our kids were asleep.

Finally I figured that he likes pretty much anything novel, so I set him and Eli to work washing the car.   They got to play with the hose, and we got a  fairly clean car.  Sweet deal:

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I don’t really mind the doctors office.

At least I never did before.

I’m a little nervous about tomorrow though. I have an appointment with a dermatologist to check over my leg where I had the melanoma removed 2 DAYSbefore we left for Africa.

I guess it’s the whole idea of going to someone with a name I can’t pronounce (granted, that happens in the States too), in a Hospital I’ve never been to, in an almost completely foreign country (we’re getting to know it, so it can’t be completely foreign now can it?).

I’m going at 2pm, on the 2nd floor, in room 222. That’s a lot of twos if you ask me.

I’m wondering what you do in a skin check in a foreign country. It’s kind of a really intimate, personal thing if you think about having to bear yourself completely for some stranger.

At least my doctor in Portland was this grey haired grandfatherly type.

Let’s hope that I get a good report and that this cancer stuff is well behind us.

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Honestly, this is the funniest thing I have seen in a while. A little background, we have had the front wall at the Centre repaired, so there was a large pile of cement around, and now that the job is completed, just a bit of cement dust on the ground.

Kids here are used to doing without, so they can make fun with just about anything.  These two kids decided to make themselves into Mazungus.  I laughed so hard when I saw them.  They did too after they saw themselves in the camera view screen.  Ok, I too was horrified that they might be burned by the cement dust, but what to do…they had already painted themselves up completely.  And, just for the record, these were not Centre kids:

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Plastacin.

That’s the name that has been given to the Playdoh the staff worked on making from scratch at the Centre.

We’re working hard to keep costs down and to maximize materials for the kids.

Megan got the project started, and she quickly had the attention of all of the Centre teaching staff who were incredibly curious as to what she was making.  In no time at all, they had all jumped in and were making their own batches:7-16-09 003

In no time at all, an entire collection of playdoh had been made:

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It is nice for the staff to be able to do some fun things together.  Here they proudly posed with their creations:

 

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And then Ian had a little fun:

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