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Sunday August 2nd. Sorry everyone, I have not been updating my blog very well. But I have a good excuse. It has been chaos here. Wed-Sat night I did not get home until after 9pm. Wednesday we had an ambulance which was about 30 people carrying a man on a bed. He had a major infection his eyes were dripping pus, a rash all over his body, and his mouth was bleeding. So we had to try to help him, and admit him to the hospital. Then Thursday while AM was performing surgery, I delivered a baby in the next room by myself which was pretty exciting. We also had another Kwash kid come, she is 3yo. She is the most swollen kwash kid I have seen. She hates the milk and literally screams out to God for help as I force her to drink it, I usually have to walk out because it is so awful. I know that God loves her, and I am doing this out of love but I don’t think she knows that. How can I express that to her? Also, her mom has started slapping her swollen legs if she doesn’t drink. Which is so heartbreaking. I don’t know what to do because she needs the milk, this is life or death, but then also I don’t want her to suffer and be tortured either. Malnutrition is so inhumane, I cannot believe it even exists honestly. This is so wrong on so many levels. Thursday night we had another ambulance, I actually can’t remember exactly what happened. I am so tired, I think it was a moto accident. Then Friday I delivered another baby by myself, with AM in the next room. And Friday night we had to do emergency surgery because one of the surgery patients was still bleeding. Sat. was ok but then Sat night an 18yo with severe anemia came. So we had to get her set up at the hospital. I am beyond exhausted but I have also realized I love it here, I love what I am doing, I love that I finally feel like I am in the right place, and that I can really serve God and do something to show His love. Of course it is also completely frustrating, and heartbreaking but even with that my heart is full.