ME! A WORSHIPING GREAT-GRANDMA!

     My husband, Dave, and I went to the Methodist Women's Hospital way out in the far west central area of Omaha on October 24th around 1:30 that afternoon. When we were walking toward the room, we saw the father of the little baby  sitting outside the room and holding him. The nurses had taken my granddaughter Miranda into a surgery section and the baby had been taken out of her tummy about 3:15 Saturday morning. It was a huge blessing to see the baby. Devonta, the dad, was sitting outside the room because stuff was being done to Miranda in the room and we couldn't go in, yet.  Devonta has accepted Dave and I as his grandparents and gave hugs and kisses while we were waiting to get into the room.  So, I have a new grandson, since I now have a great-grandson. Then took pictures of the baby Aiden with Dave. So I'll pop some pictures on.

   

 

     Miranda and Aiden will be home late tonight or early tomorrow. 

 It will be only about 8 to 10 minutes from our house to be where she will be at my daughter's/her mom's house.  I'll pop in often and bug them and hold them whenever I can.  The hope is that eventually Miranda and Devonta will be married.  They've been dating for about 2 years. And in their upper teens.

      Yesterday I went there and today I went also.  When I popped in there and hugged my granddaughter and held the baby, I suddenly heard the Lord tell where to turn and where to drive, so going to and from that location.  I was worshiping, praying, and turning to and to and to the Lord. And praying in a couple of special places re: our history when other gods were worshiped and sacrificed to up to hundreds of years ago.  That's what counts!

  

    Had this picture of me with the little one today and will show you the direction the Lord was telling me to go when I hit the car.

      I had taken pictures when I was standing up on the 5th floor area, just outside the room, and didn't know that where I was going. But when ready to leave the hospital, the Lord told me to turn right and drive on road instead of turning left to reach the main highway.  And He had me go a lot of places, before I got home. 

     I'm grateful for serving the Lord and extremely grateful to be a great-grandma and hug and love them! 

[Her sister is the same age...they are twins.  She has an older brother, a younger sister, and a younger brother.]  

CONFIDENCE TO MY HEAVENLY FATHER!

MY FEARFULNESS BECAME A BLESSEDNESS!

I'VE RARELY EVER BEEN A HOSPITAL "DOING ANYTHING" PERSON FOR MY WHOLE LIFE.  THEN, NEARLY 5 YEARS AGO, WHEN THE BHUTANESE WERE DROPPED INTO MY LIFE, BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T HAVE CARS OR WALKER-INNERS,  I WOULD TAKE THEM TO HOSPITALS FOR WHATEVER THEY NEEDED.  SOMETIMES I WAS THERE FOR MANY HOURS, AND BACK AND FORTH FOR DAYS WHEN THEY WERE KEPT IN FOR SURGERY OR OTHER TYPES OF HEALINGS THAT WERE NECESSARY.  SINCE WE COULDN'T EASILY SPEAK TOGETHER, I COULD JUST HOLD 

THEIR HANDS AND GIVE THEM HUGS.

 THEN NEARLY 4 YEARS AGO I BEGAN TO HELP A FEW OF THE BHUTANESE TO VISIT AND CHECK INTO AT THE IMMANUEL HOSPITAL WHEN THEIR PREGNANCY WAS OFFICIAL.  THE DOCTOR WAS/IS WONDERFUL FOR THEM AND I WAS USUALLY AT THE CHECKING PORTION...  SOMETIMES FOR EVERY MONTH, SOMETIMES FOR EVERY WEEK.  I HUNG OUT AND HELPED AS I COULD.  

SOMETIMES DROVE THEM AND SOMETIMES WENT 

WITH THEM AS THEY PICKED ME UP.  

THEN, WHENEVER A BABY WAS GOING TO ARRIVE, WE WENT TO THE HOSPITAL ANYTIME THAT WAS NECESSARY... MORNINGS, NOONS, OR NIGHTS.  I, CONSEQUENTLY,  NOW HAVE 10 "GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN" THROUGH THEM.  I ALSO EVENTUALLY WAS USED TO HELP DELIVER THE BABIES, ANYTHING THE NURSES USED ME  TO HELP.  I BECAME USED TO IT...WHATEVER IT WAS... AND WASN'T SHOCKED AS MUCH AS BEFORE IN MY LIFE,

 EVEN THOUGH I WAS IN

 MY MID-60S WHEN THIS BEGAN.

HOWEVER, THIS, SHOWN ON THE PHOTO, WAS THE ONLY TIME I HAD TO GO INTO THE SURGERY SITUATION.

I KNEW I NEEDED TO DO IT, BUT I WAS AFRAID OF WHAT I WOULD SEE AND HOW IT WOULD COME TO PASS.

WELL, I MADE IT, AND THE BABY CAME AND THE MOM WAS NOT IN SERIOUS DIFFICULTY.  DURING THE SURGERY, I SIMPLY HELD HER HAND AND TOUCHED HER HAIR, 

EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS MOSTLY NOT AWAKE,

NOT MOVING AT ALL.

I HAD TAKEN PICTURES OF THE BABY AND THE FAMILY THAT NIGHT, BUT I HAD GONE HOME ABOUT 5:30 IN THE MORNING.  I RUSHED BACK TO THE HOSPITAL AND GOT THERE ABOUT NOON,

 AND THE BABY WAS IN THEIR ROOM 

AND I WAS ABLE TO HOLD HIM. 

WHAT A TREAT!

AS I SAID AT THE BEGINNING...

MY FEARFULNESS BECAME A BLESSEDNESS!!

 

A DAY OF HUGE BLESSINGS!!

I had no idea, when I woke up at 7:30 yesterday morning, that my day was going be filled with joy, after joy, after joy, and a busy, busy day. Sorry this is so long, but my day was, too.  AND will fill YOU with joy, too!

1)  I went to our church and carried about 18 of my books to give and/or sell to people there.  I had just received 100 of the books on Wednesday from Amazon.  The books weren't entirely cheap, so having them purchased some of the time was helpful.  Well, besides my usual joyful time during worship, this other piece was amazing, too.  I was able to "gift" a few away, in necessary situations.  Also, several were purchased.  I left for home with only 3 in my backpack.  That was a rejoiceful time.

2)  When I got home, I suddenly thought that I needed to contact one of our church friends I hadn't seen for a couple months.  She lived about 20 miles out of town.  And she is a significant nurse teacher.  I knew she was very busy. When I called her, to offer to drive to her house and drop off the 4 books.  She had said a long time ago that, when published, that's what she wanted.  WELL, she said she was leaving to the airport in just a couple hours.  I said, "WHERE???"  And she said, "I'll be landing in the Seattle airport."  I said, "WHAT??? Near where my family is?  What are you doing?"  Well, she described that for a couple months she had been back and forth from Omaha to Tacoma to teach.  I exploded.  "TACOMA?  Where I was raised, where my sisters and others are.  Why didn't you tell me about this???"  She said that she had never known where I had been as a kid. And she loved Mount Rainier, too.  I'm a "mountain" addict.

One of my sisters had suggested a couple weeks ago that, when I get the books I should send her several and she could get them to people and send me the money.  I planned to mail about 10, but with the mailing cost it could be less than comfortable.  When I found out that Lisa was going out for another week, and she was wanting her books before she left and would come by my house, not far from the Omaha airport, I asked if she could take the books out and give them to Betty and it would make it easier for all of us.  Lisa was very happy to do it. I had signed and commented on all the books, I put them in a backpack, and Lisa came by and she happily took them.  And she grinned and said she'd be reading the book on the plane and she could hardly wait.  In Tacoma, she'll be in touch with my sisters and others.  What a treat! 

3) THEN, late in the afternoon, we went to a friend's home, another part of town, and we hadn't been there for a couple years, because Dan and Steph and Dave and I kept getting involved with so much else.  It was a dinner time, us and a few more coming, and, other than eating, we were worshiping, praying, sharing the Word.  

I was overwhelmed with a "WOW!!!".  A man came, who I didn't know, but when he saw me he said that I had been teaching about spiritual mapping some years ago and he liked it. Oh, MY!!  YES, I had taught much about it.  Some people were filled with intention to go that way.  Some weren't, of course. I told him I  still have books, a cabinet with hundreds of files regarding the spiritual background of our nation and many others in our world.

Then a lady came in and said she was so happy to see me, because it had been so long.  I didn't recognize her and couldn't remember the pieces of info she was dropping in about how we were together about a dozen years ago.  When I was leaving, she hugged me, kissed my cheek, and said, "Oh, MOM!!"   When we left, Dave indicated something, and I suddenly knew who she was and how we had been together about a dozen years ago.  We definitely will be getting back together.

Before I was leaving, I was also asked to sit in the center prayer chair.  They laid hands on me and prayed for my "Annie" book. They all bought one, and a couple paid more than I would have anticipated.  

4)  Just as I reached home, I there was a voice message on our home phone.  We reached home about 8:30.  A couple hours earlier, one of my Bhutanese gals, whose baby was due on August 22nd, had been taken to the hospital, because her back and other aspects indicated the baby was coming.  I got to the hospital about 45 minutes later.  I had had to change my clothes and put things together, assuming I might be at the hospital for a couple days.  

When I got there, it was indicated the baby might arrive by midnight.  WOW!  I just sat next to her and held her hand.  Her husband was around and about and doing anything he could.  His mom was there also.  As the evening increased they were able to sleep.  I could not.  I sat and held her, helped the nurses and did whatever I could.  NEVER having been a medical person or helper, the baby situations in the past 3 years have opened another whole different portion of my life.  

About 2 AM, the nurses determined that the baby was in a difficult situation.  His head was UP, his legs were DOWN. 

ME! 

So, instead of the baby being naturally born, a C-Section was necessary.  I have never, ever been in a surgery portion, but I was asked to be the one in that room when the surgery was in place.  I ended up sitting by Suk's head and holding her hand.  That's all I could do.  At 3:39 the baby was officially born and he was having a bit of difficulty in breathing, but about 1/2 hour later he was doing much better.  At 4:45, she was entering her room.  The little one could not be there, for a bit of time and I didn't see him out of the baby nursing room.

At 5:00 I arranged to head for home, and going around and about the hospital, etc., I got home at 5:30.  I was in bed at 5:45, and asleep at 6:00.  Slept off and on until 10:00 AM today.

WHAT A DAY YESTERDAY!!!  Filled with blessings, filled with work, filled with helping the Lord and filled with joy.  And most of it is not coming to conclusions for that day, but will be opening more and more further and for the future. 

 Book, Baby, Blessings, and Blessings, and Blessings.

Now, TODAY!! Still tired, but filled with joy!

A BLESSED DAY!!!

 

I'm a "cloudy" rejoicing person.  BIG TIME!

And rejoicing about other things, too!

Clouds, or no clouds, I've had one of the nicest days in a long stretch of time.  And filled with rejoicing, over and over again.

I was able to get in touch with a friend in Omaha who was part of a very serious friendship necessity.  We were put together about 10 years ago by a pastor's wife in a local church where Dave and I attended for a few years.  Something serious was occurring at a Christian Jr. Hi/Hi School area back then, around the NW portion of Omaha.   It dealt with some of the serious spiritual "underground" issues [we call spiritual mapping], and I was/am a worker for that "battle" info to spread/share it around and have it broken down.  Kara and I became very good friends, when introduced, but in a few years, she was very stressful as family parents were very sick and died and she was in charge of it all.  Other situations just piled on her seriously.  We talked for 50 minutes this morning on the phone, the first time in about 2 years, and she truly wants to get together whenever she can have the time. Hopefully, in the next couple weeks, we'll make it and can rejoice together.

THEN, shortly after, I heard someone hollering for me on my

porch.  When I went, I was overwhelmed again, b/c Hanna Farwell had shown up to drop something off for Dave re: how he's putting computers together for them and planning to take the computers to their house in northern KS, about 3 hours south of us now.  They used to be about 5 minutes from us.  AND we were spiritual warfighting people, significantly.  We connected about 6 years ago.  Anyhow, with the family in town for the day in another place, she drove over and showed her baby -- baby number 13 -- and I held him.  She blessed me and prayed for me for my health before she left about 1/2 hour later.  [AND I don't look good, b/c the wind was

wrapping my hair around and about, but sure enjoyed holding the little, little boy!!]

 

THEN Dave and I went to lunch with one of our Bhutanese families... Sarmila, Ranjit, and their baby Sophia. [Photos just fit into my time with them at their church.  Dave couldn't be there very often, because he works at other churches, plays piano/organ for worship.] They have been our son and daughter and granddaughter since they've been here.  God also used me to help at the local hospital to be involved in the delivery of this granddaughter.  She'll be 2 years old in December.  She's a constant treat for

Dave and I when we can get together.  She's been told so many times that we are her grandparents and that she should smile and kiss us.  She's doing it more often, not always running away.

 

Got home just a short time ago, and could NOT tell you what a blessed day it has been.  And Kara and Hanna and Ranjit are planning to get the book.  YIPPEE!  [And Kara

wants more photos of the book and more of the info... so I'll be emailing that stuff to her today.]

This truly has been an amazing day!!!   And I'm heading for church this evening, because Dave is playing piano during the worship time and I always love to hear him -- AND I'm a worshiper!!!  And one of my church friends asked me on fb whether I would be there tonight or tomorrow [probably both] to sign the book that she has already received.  WOW!!!  Adds to the amazement, doncha think?

I'm filled with so many blessings now!!  In my heart, soul, and spirit... and lifting many to the Lord for healing, for joyfulness.   It's another HALLELUJAH!!! day. 

BHUTANESE PICKUP -- AIRPORT ISSUE = AAAKKK!!!

Well, the original plan, organized and put on my plate a couple weeks ago, started off good.  Sharmila's parents were arriving from Nepal and she was very excited.  She had told me that her dad couldn't walk very much. That was all I knew. I looked forward to greeting them and giving them their granddaughter that I had helped deliver about 2 months ago.  Thought that would be fun.

They were going to arrive on Thursday, the 14th, at 10:00 PM.  That would be good in my schedule, since I was having my neuropathy ankle/foot shots on Friday.  To have them home and settled in the night before seemed like a good idea. Took pressure off me.

Thursday evening I was called.  They weren't coming until 8:00 PM on Friday.  I hoped my feet would not be numb by 7:00, ready to pick up Sharmila and others and head for the airport. My hubby would drive and I'd ride along if my feet weren't working, yet. THEN the timing changed ... 10:25...10:43...12:08.

I rushed up the street to pick up family about 11:30.  Instead of my van being filled with men and women,  I ended up with Sharmila, her mother-in-law, Dil, and a "cousin" -- all nice, but not-strong ladies.  Didn't know that would be an issue, so wasn't concerned.

We got to the airport and a few minutes later they arrived. Her Dad was in a wheelchair; an airport lady worker was pushing it.  The Mom was walking, but struggling a bit after all those hours and extra days during the move from Nepal. Sharmila burst into tears when seeing her parents, and threw her arms around them.

A few minutes later we crossed to the parking area to my van.  Then something I could have never have anticipated took place. A leader from a local organization that was to help greet, make certain re: their location, meet them there and, even in the middle of the night, and get all the paperwork in place... disappeared.  He and a friend took a couple girls who had also arrived from Nepal, grabbed their bags and headed out.  I didn't know that until I got to my van.  These men weren't there to help load my van, etc.  AND, when Dad was in the wheelchair, the airport lady and I ended up being the ones lifting him out of the wheelchair and up into my van.  Sharmila and Dil put the heavy duffel bags in.  I pulled into their compound about 1:00.  Guys in the family came out to help carry Dad in and walk Mom in.  The gals carried the bags in.. and they were so heavy, I was shocked.  I realize a lot of lack-of-help was because it was middle of the night and people were either sleeping to head off for work early in the morning or were at their jobs until about 2AM, such as Sharmila's husband, one of my dear ones.  He had time-off on Thursday for their arrival, but, when it was cancelled, he couldn't do it again.

Sharmila went across the compound to her apartment after her parents were inside Dil's, so she could get some Nepali food and bring it over.  I was in Dil's apartment, too, for a few minutes, ready to make sure Dad and Mom were settled and I could greet them, welcome them, nicely now -- not quite the same rushiness as the airport situation.

 
Suddenly, I asked, "Where's the baby?"  Dil pointed to the couch on the other side of the living room where the baby blankets were covering her.  I said, "Her grandparents need to have her!  Give her to them!"  Dil laughed and rolled her eyes at me, picked up Sofia, and gave her to them.

Today, I dropped in to see them.  They had been shifted to Sharmila's apartment across the compound from Dil and Ravi's.  They were sitting on their bed.  Mom and Dad looked much better and were very happy to see me.  Rangit, Sharmila's husband, wanted to take a picture of all of us together, so I had to climb onto the bed.  What a treat.  [Dad is NOT walking, so I don't know when/how this is going to be handled through the caring organizations, refugee doctors; it will be, though.]

Dad and Mom are my new "Brother" and "Sister".  They are Christians and have the same Heavenly Father -- we don't speak any of the same language, but it's obvious we have the same hearts.

[And I'll be calling the organization, b/c their man  was supposed to make sure we were doing well when leaving the airport, and  should have helped put Dad in the van. I've  watched this helpfulness for nearly 3 years.  It's the first time I've seen anyone not step up to do their kind job.  He left Dad in danger -- we two not-strong ladies could have dropped him.]

SHAWL GIFT

The 30-hour labor that Dumbari was going through was tough, to say the least.  Her husband, Laxman, was consistent and did whatever he could to help, as long as it didn't go too far over what was acceptable in their Bhutanese culture.  I was the "anytime, everytime, anything" person, however, and had very little sleep, for a total of about 44 hours.  I was worn out when this little boy arrived. He was born at 2:42 AM.  From about 4:00 AM until nearly noon, I was home and sleeping. Then, I popped back to see the little one and check on his parents.  Laxman took this picture us us that afternoon; Bisant was about 12 hours old.

This past Sunday evening, the 17th, I received a call from Dumbari, who doesn't speak English very well, and indicated she wanted to come to our house.  They live a couple blocks away.  When she arrived, she came in with 3 bags.  Cereal boxes in one [they have to choose some at WIC, but can't eat them], loafs of wheat bread in another [same reason passing them along], and then, in bag number 3,

a shawl.  She said it was brought a couple weeks ago from Nepal.  More relatives had arrived and, before leaving Nepal, had been told to find a shawl that would be beautiful for me.  Laxman and Dumbari had told them purple [would that be a surprise?], but that wasn't the color they could find.  This is lovely, whether purple or not, and a blessing, and I was just big-eyed and joyful when I opened it widely and saw the colors and the patterns.

When I thanked her ... forced her to let me hug her ... and she was leaving, she handed me some folded up money.  And she said, "He says to have it."  When I unfolded it, I was a bit shocked.  Two twenty-dollar bills.  Why?  And suddenly I knew:

On the way to the hospital for delivery, about 9:30 PM on September 9th, them following me in his car, I was nearly out of gas. I stopped at a station to fill the tank. The hospital is only 4 miles from our house, so it's no big deal, except I didn't want to be at risk if needing to bring his parents in for some reason.

So, yep, this Sunday, 5 months later, he passed approximately the same amount along to me -- obviously a "thank you" gift -- simply because I was doing whatever was needed during the baby's several pre-arrival weeks at the Dr.'s and, then, during delivery.  I'm amazed.

Dumbari also popped a note on my coffee table.  I didn't even see it until yesterday.  This is what it says:

Joine, last time you help me 
for birth baby so that 
I help you but this is so 
small for your help, but you' 
help me so much.

Lots of thank ful of u.

God bless you

thank you,

laxman

 

don't refuse to accept

this OK.

I actually took a picture of myself today wearing the shawl in my office.  Took it so I could share the "shawl" story with you, visually.  Believe me, this has been a blessing.

[And, that "don't refuse to accept" on the note referred to the money, I'm sure.]


And his English writing might not be perfect, but his kindness is.  And hers.  And the others.  Love them.

KABUJOGERA, UGANDA -- DAY 3 -- BABY

 Sometimes we forget, can't follow-through, because so much is on our plates.  But God prods and prods, and taps and taps ... and blesses us.

You see, Sunday evening, during the dinner time at the Volcano Arcade Hotel [always have to write the whole name, because the title makes me grin], Tim, Robert, and Israel were contacted by the local police leader who was in charge of their town, Jackson Ndungo.  He had heard we were there and he came to rededicate his life to the Lord.  He had a very serious limp after a motorcycle accident.   It SO fit right into my teaching on Sunday afternoon about "Everybody Has A Limp!"  When I drifted off to my room, The pastors told him we were going to talk to his wife Monday after the class was out.

Well, we didn't.  I hit the bed right after finishing my spiritual warfare teaching session that covered a fair amount of time that day.  Tim and the other men were taking care of the conference pastors and answering more of their questions.  Then dinner.  We all forgot this plan to go to Jackson's home.

When we realized the forgetfulness, we committed between ourselves, to go on Tuesday morning, before the service would begin.  Pastor Robert and Tim and I went to see Jackson and meet his wife.

You would have to see it to believe it.  Since Jackson was the main police officer of the village, he should have some sort of honor attached, right?  Well, in our city, and many other places, he'd have a house or nice apartment.  There, he lived in an 8 x 10 room in a compound with his wife and new baby.  It had a twin bed, a shelf, a couple of small stools, and a boom/box stereo.  Their clothes were hung on nails.  We all crammed into that little room and Tim talked with Jackson about his commitment to the Lord, answered a few of his questions, and then asked his wife, Beatrace, if she wanted to make a commitment.  Eventually, we found that she had already done so a couple years earlier, but was in a backslidden condition.  She prayed with us and rededicated her life to the Lord.  It went beautifully.

Their baby was a 3-day old girl. Jackson asked me to hold her -- not a problem, as she was a little doll -- and then Robert, on behalf of the parents, asked me to name her and dedicate her to God.  I was so blown away that it took a couple minutes to get my brain working -- had never done anything like this in my life.  Finally, the name that came to me was Hannah.  And then I prayed over her, focusing on Hannah's faith and her commitment to seek God.  I gathered it was not an easy name to say in this tribal tongue, but Jackson kept practicing and when he said "Anna" he quickly corrected himself and said "Hannah".  I was so overwhelmed by the honor, I could hardly take it in.

Sitting on a bench outside after the dedication.

AND the "official" conference day had not yet begun.  It was Am-A-zing!  When I share that one, you should grin -- and rejoice with the rest of us, too, who were involved.

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2006

NOW, about 4 years ago a letter was sent to us from Uganda. The address happened to be our former home, and the owners kept it at the house knowing we'd come by someday.  It was WEEKS later when Dave and I were going past and decided to pop in and see how the Schafers were doing.  They handed the envelope to us, and when I opened it, a letter and photos were there from Jackson.  The family had moved further southwest, and they were attending a Full Gospel church, the letter written in that church office.  

Jackson told about Beatrace and daughter, Hannah, whose name is now Mariam Hannah, a name easier to be spoken by family and friends.  So blessed that they kept the name.  Hope to find them again.

2007

BHUTANESE BABY, SOPHIA

This was QUITE a stretch of time.  I took Sarmila and Ranjit to Immanuel hospital at 5:30 on Tuesday afternoon.  The beginning of the baby's deliverance began that evening.  The Dr... an amazing one ... had indicated at our appointment the previous day that the labor needed to begin a few days earlier than December 2nd, the due date, because of what had been indicated during the ultrasound and checkup.

 I knew it would be a long time, at least one full night and day, but not sure beyond that.  Well, because of a pile of physical problems, I was awakened time after time after time.  They would holler for me and I would jump off the couch.  As a response, I held her hand, helped her change position, went out to the nursing area when a physical issue had hit unexpectedly, such as being way too hot, or whatever else was needed.  

By the end of Wednesday, the Dr. thought the baby's arrival could be during the night.  Sleeping became worse... less opportunity to rest, more and more problems.  And, the baby was not moving the right direction.  Sarmila is 4'7"... and the pregnancy put her body in a stressful situation as the little girl shifted from place to place.

Today, shortly before noon, we had reached the "pushing" process.  The Dr. came in to check her out carefully.  After about an hour of going through the pushing, we were given a short rest time.  After the process began again, within about 15 minutes the Doctor said there was no choice, but she needed a C-section.  And it became an emergency-oriented aspect.  She and the nurses moved quickly.   Within 10 minutes they were in the operating area.  And, sadly to me, I was left out.  Ranjit could be there, of course.

 
It wasn't very long before I heard the news.  The baby had come easily and WOULDN'T have made it without the C-section.  Sophia's head was too large and in the wrong direction and it was a dangerous situation. She also weighed 7 lbs. 2 oz.  Pretty large considering her mom's size.
 
After it was all over, and I was ready to head home so I could rest and be with my Sweetheart, I was able to gently touch and kiss Sarmila's cheek in her recovery room, and then see and hold Sophia... 

... and Ranjit carried everything of mine down to the parking lot for me, and thanked me several times for helping them, caring for them.

His words touched my heart. They were a joyous blessing.  

[The nurses and Doctor and other helpers in that department have said many times that they appreciate me, that I'm an unusual helper.  And, believe me, with my forever working office job life that has nothing to do with hospitals, doing these "baby delivery God-jobs" 6 times and being reasonably accurate in my actions is ONLY because of the Lord. (Sophia is Bhutanese baby number 6 in the past 15 months.)  Don't know if this is the end or not... depends only on the Lord.]