
Last January a frantic grandmother came running into my office one evening begging me to come and get her daughter-in-law to a hospital as she was having difficulty giving birth. We jumped in the car and rushed to her house only to find that there were twin babies on the bed, and the mama was kneeling on the floor in great pain trying to expel the afterbirth. Grandma wrapped up the twins and got in the front seat, and we got mama into the back seat and headed over to our local clinic on the hill. As luck would have it, the nurse on duty was out, but we waited. Finally the nurse came and under the light of a kerosene lamp, the nurse did all that is prescribed, the silver nitrate drops in the eyes etc. By now the husband had been informed and was present. We felt the mama should remain for the night, but she wanted to go home, so I took them all home. I was very happy for their visit the other day to show me the growth of the babies. I told Bernard I couldn't forget their names because they're the names of my grandmothers: Catherine and Rose, although I couldn't of course know which was which. Here they are a bit frightened of my Christmas lights.

So - they are a year old now - and so beautiful - with lovely names. God's blessings on the family - and on you who came to their rescue a year ago.
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