The Faireses had a tough night last night. I usually wake up to a few emails from them that they've written through their day. Here is a part the first email I received this morning:
"Last night was a long night. Both of the boys sounded congested yesterday when we met them, but the more time we spend with them the more we realize that they are both actually totally sick. They don't have fevers, but they took turns last night getting up to cough and choke. It was really sad. You know how it hurts to hear Oliver really sick? Well, both boys are pretty sick and every time they woke up it just hurt our hearts because there's really not much we can do. We comforted them, but sometimes they still look at us with shocked expressions like, "Who are you crazy white people?" So our presence is some comfort, but it's not like the comfort I can give to Beatrice. Anyway, they have some ethiopian cough syrup, but it doesn't seem to be working. I've been doling out the Nyquil, and that seemed to help. I can't wait to get them to Vanderbilt! Moses has a nasty ear infection. And Augustine's cough just sounds so sad."
And four hours later:
Raechel, The kids are both sick. It's sad. We can't wait to get them home to some proper housing and medical care. Augustine/Firomsa has a bad cough and Moses/Mamush was throwing up all morning. Antibiotics and childrens' tylonol are just not that accessible here. It is frustrating, because we know that at home we could have ample clean clothes and laundry for them, comfortable rooms, lots of warm baths, good and accessible doctors and plenty of any kind of medicine they could ever need. Here, everything moves slowly.
We are still trying to figure out what we can do to get Moses home too. It may come down to wiring money at the last minute. This is Caleb writing, by the way... so if I've repeated something you already know, please forgive me. Rebecca and I are taking turns with sick kids, so today, conversation has mostly involved parenting and not paperwork.
We have both kids in pack'n'plays, and Moses finally fell asleep after his continuing stomach issues this morning. We pray that he sleeps well.
Both of the boys slept restlessly last night. They just don't get family attention, even with the best of orphanage care... they need a mom and dad (and a big sister).
ok. I'm repeating myself now. Thank you so much for loving our little girl. Thank you also for staying on top of the money/travel issues that lay ahead. We are grateful for your many prayers.
There is One God and Father of us all... and we trust that He is caring for these boys better than we can in our weakness and insufficiency.