After just one week, Kagadisa is improving. As you can see from the photo, the shadows between his ribs are filling in and you can see that life is returning to his fragile frame. Smiles and even a little chuckle today as I (Scott) showed him his picture.
On the flip side of nutrition (or lack thereof), I made an uncommon diagnosis of triplets by ultrasound two weeks ago. The patient rode side-saddle on a motorcycle (10 kms over rocky, rutted roads) this morning to see me for follow-up. I told two weeks ago that "her work is to eat". To rest and eat, to try to grow these babies as much as possible in-utero before they are forced to survive out in this harsh world, competing for one of the two breasts that will be shared by these three. When I asked her this morning how many times a day she is eating? Her reply: once.
One of my colleagues from residency at Cook County Hospital delivered triplets in the early 90s. She gained 80 pounds during her pregnancy as her husband force-fed her as many calories as possible. Her kids are now in college--in fact, one plays collegiate lacrosse.
What are the chances that all three of these Bundibugyo triplets survive into adulthood? Slim to none.
I am tempted to despair, to doubt the love of God (and nothing bad has even happened yet!), but instead I will cling to the words of Michael Card and honestly lament the apparent injustice...
...lament and despair are polar opposites. Lament is the deepest, most costly demonstration of belief in God. Despair is the ultimate manifestation of the total denial that He exists.
(Sacred Sorrow, p.55).
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