the boy from guatemala

our last clinic was on thursday.

clinic 4: the village of el caobal

for some reason, we got a late start at this village. i remember the pharmacy was not yet set up. and when i walked into the room next door where the drs were, dr carlos was checking a little boy's heartbeat. the minute we got there, it was apparent he needed emergency care. you could tell that his breathing was so labored, and his poor tummy was going up and down so fast. they didn't really have the medicines needed, but they started by giving him a breathing treatment. the boy was 15 months old. he was screaming and fighting the mask. the next thing i knew, he went silent. i thought he had given in and fallen asleep. sadly, not the case. he was unconscious. it was like a nightmare in slow motion. before i knew it, the drs grabbed the baby up, laid him on the desk, ripped his shirt open, buttons went everywhere, and the drs started chest compressions. hands down one of the scariest things i've ever seen. i remember thinking "this baby is dying. this poor baby boy is going to die. right in front of me." i walked out of the room and went next door and i was almost in a daze. we asked people to pray. remember, it was only 2 days earlier that we had seen the very sick 40 day old stop breathing. i could barely handle it. everyone stopped what they were doing and prayed. 


the precious people standing in line to see the drs started praying. and when hondurans pray, they PRAY! all together, loud, passionate, fervant. to watch and hear them pray is so humbling.
i forgot to mention this sick baby lives in a village in guatemala. his mother walked and carried her sick son 3 hours to our clinic. god is so good, and he worked all things for his glory. norma was able to drive to a nearby clinic and get strong meds for the baby. the drs worked and did all they could, and god worked through them and did the rest. the baby's fever broke and he began to slowly improve.
we have since heard that when the mother started walking back to her village, someone gave her a ride to another nearby village... where she then was able to get an ambulance to take her baby to the hospital. he was treated and is now back home in guatemala. PRAISE THE LORD!!



the people praying for the sick baby boy



sweet smiling rocio



really... i could just eat this baby up.



the dentists, and maria... hard at work.

fares... if you are reading this... i miss you SO much!
* obviously!! * :)

waiting in line to see the drs



we stopped to take photos on the way back down the mountain!



lord willin' and the creek don't rise. oh wait... it DID rise...


when we were close to el pariso, we realized all the rain had made the river flood the roads! we had to turn around and go another way. iittsshh.

thursday nite when we finally got back to the compound, we went to church. it was hot in that church building. (good thing i had taken my styrofoam plate as a fan. true story.) but hot as it was, the church services in honduras are always amazing. although the service was in spanish, you could totally feel the spirit of the lord there. german, one of our incredible translators, preached! again, not exactly sure what he was saying, but it was spirit led and spirit filled to say the least! i know that god will do amazing things in german!

ok i know it's almost been a month since our trip.. but it's so hard to write these posts. even after i write them, i'm not happy with them. words just can't describe what i experienced there.
anyways, one more post to come about the last fun days of our trip...