We have hit the 2 month marker here in Uganda. 2 months ago last Thursday, I said goodbye to my family, friends, king size bed and everything vaguely normal. You would think that reaching this marker would be a cause for celebration, celebrating the fact that I am still alive despite the bugs, the toilets, the lack of electricity, water, and hair product. But this week none of us have felt like celebrating at all, in fact, I think it has been the hardest week of my life.
Last Sunday morning at 6am I received a phone call from one of the baby carers saying that one of the babies was dying. We sprinted down to the medical center in our pyjamas and met Jenny who arrived a few seconds after us. We then found Baby M lifeless in the baby carers arms. There was nothing more we could do for him and he died soon after. This was the same Baby M who we took to the hospital the day before he died to discover he had a hole in his heart. I helplessly watched a baby that I love very much die, and that is not something you can get over very quickly.
Moses died on the 10.4.2011 aged 9 months.
The rest of the week has been a bit of a blur to be honest. Although I have been busy a lot of the time, I can not remember anything of what I have done. What I do know is that he is not suffering anymore and he received so much love here at Potter's.
Ellie, you are doing such a wonderful job. God be with you always. Liz x
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