Here is the story of our new wee man.
Like his
sister, his is an international tale. :-) Let's begin at the
beginning. (This will make for a L-O-N-G post, because as you know
birth stories are not just about the birth, they are about the
journey... and this babe had QUITE a journey!) We found out we were
pregnant on the 31st of January... so this birth has been the whole year
so far in the making. We had just returned to Zambia on the 17th of
January after a few months of home assignment in Scotland. After
finding out that our 3rd child was due on the 5th of October, we had to
start making plans right away for where this baby would be born. The
5th of October was a bit of an awkward date, to be honest... the
College's academic year would close on the 4th of October with the
Graduation ceremony, and either way, whether we stayed in Zambia for the
baby's birth or not, it wasn't likely that we would be able to attend
Graduation. We knew that this would be a severe disappointment to our
graduates. But we also knew we had to figure out what the best place was
for baby's arrival.
We already had tickets booked to
depart Zambia on the 22nd of October for a few months of home assignment
again in Scotland. But obviously that wouldn't work either... even if
the baby arrived BANG 'on time' there was no way that we could get a
passport in time to travel with the baby on that date. Our tickets
specified 'no changes allowed' so initially we thought 'Well, we don't
have the option of leaving the country' (because we couldn't afford to
buy new tickets) and so we decide to look into the possibility of having
the baby in Zambia.
We asked a LOT of people for
their advice and experiences. We asked for hospital recommendations. We
looked into housing. We spent a couple of months researching our options
and praying about it. To make a long story short, while we were in the
throes of having to make the decision whether to risk having a baby in a
hospital in Lusaka or whether it wasn't worth the risk to us... we
found out that our tickets COULD indeed be changed! For a very
reasonable fee, which was FAR FAR more affordable than the cost would
have been to pay out-of-pocket for baby's birth in a Lusaka hospital
plus rent on a house in Lusaka for a couple of months. We knew that if
we went back to Scotland as was originally planned, we could have the
baby in a place where we would have support from our sending church and
our friends, our housing would be provided, and we would be under care
of the NHS which meant that we wouldn't have to pay out-of-pocket. We
truly felt that this was the Lord's answer to our prayer and His
provision for our family. So we paid the necessary fee to change our
tickets and instead of flying out on 22nd Oct, we arranged to fly out on
the 3rd of Sept.
During my pregnancy I can't say that I
had the continuity of care that I did while pregnant with Ketzia. It
was complicated, and it wasn't always enjoyable to keep bouncing from
person to person. I went for my first antenatal appt at 16 weeks, to a private clinic to Lusaka. I saw the same OB/GYN at the same clinic for my appt at 25 weeks. In between, at 22 weeks,
I had an appt at the mission hospital out in Eastern Province, an hour
from our house, because we couldn't travel all the way back to Lusaka
that month just for me to have an antenatal check-up. So I got a
referral letter from the OB/GYN in Lusaka explaining my situation and
asking for someone at the mission hospital to give me a routine
antenatal check-up. Then at 32 weeks I had to visit a different
hospital (another private clinic in Lusaka) to get a generic doctor's
letter from a specific doctor that KLM required me to see in order to be
'cleared to fly' while pregnant. I found this to be really annoying,
having to see a totally strange doctor who didn't know me or my
situation, and also found it really odd that they would send a generic
'form letter' (totally not applicable to pregnancy, asking things like
'does the passenger require oxygen? can they use the restroom without
assistance? are they contagious?' etc..) to be filled out by a general
Dr. (not an OB/GYN) who didn't do anything to examine me at all
but simply sent me for a hemoglobin count and a urinalysis. Anyway...!
Then I was hoping to see the first OB/GN from my initial appt before I
flew out, but she wasn't available for an appt, so in the end I arranged
to see my friend Christine whom provided my antenatal care during
Ketzia's pregnancy. I saw Christine at 35wks+4days, the morning of our flight to Scotland! (our flight left around 11 that night.)
Meanwhile,
while I was bouncing to and from between doctors in Zambia, I was
having difficulty arranging my antenatal care in Scotland because we didn't know where we would be staying yet.
Our missions committee was having trouble finding a place for us to
stay. The time for our departure was getting closer and closer and we
still didn't know where we would be staying. We were hoping that we
could be somewhere on the mainland, ideally even back in Glasgow where
Elijah was born in 2010. I am still a member of the Glasgow homebirth
group and managed to track down the contact details of Caroline, the NHS
homebirth team midwife who attended Elijah's birth at our home in
Glasgow. I contacted her to say 'Hey! I'm coming back to Scotland to
have my 3rd child and if we end up in Glasgow, I'd love to be back under
your care again!' She responded quickly and was a brilliant support to
me and I was so relieved to know that I had a contact within the NHS
midwifery care system.
The saga continues... on the 6th
of August (less than a month before our departure date) our missions
committee told us that they had arranged for us to stay in a house in a
village in the north-western corner of the Isle of Skye (for those of
you not familiar with Scottish geography, Skye is connected to the
mainland by a bridge so at least you don't have a ferry crossing to
contend with!). I immediately started chasing up my contacts. My hope
was to be able to have a 3rd homebirth (you can read about my previous
homebirths here and here).
There are a number of reasons why homebirth is so important to me, but I
also wanted to be sensible about it. I knew that if I was too far away
from hospital (in the event of an emergency) or if the local midwifery
team was too nervous or inexperience with homebirth situations to
provide me with care that I could be fully confident in, then I would
not be in an ideal situation for a homebirth. But I needed to do my
research, and I needed to have a contact 'on the ground.' I felt very
strongly that it is NOT wise to try to arrive somewhere at 37 weeks
pregnant, and try to get into the NHS system when no one knows your
situation or your history. That is NOT the way to find good support or
positive care. So I contacted Caroline, my NHS midwife contact in
Glasgow, and she got me in email contact with the Skye midwifery team! I
also contacted friends who lived on Skye to get a feel for the general
support of the midwifery team there and to find out more about the area
where we would be staying. I heard back from the Skye midwives and felt
very positive. We felt like the location where we would be housed was
not ideal (remote, not close to hospital) but having made contact with
the midwives there and knowing that they were aware of my situation, we
felt that it was possible. The only thing which worried me was simply
the distance to the hospital. The nearest hospital (35 minutes away)
didn't have labor and delivery facilities, so we would have to go to the
other hospital (an hour away) if that was necessary. They were willing
to consider a homebirth situation but had a number of 'hoops' to jump
through before they could be comfortable agreeing to it. If anything
went 'wrong,' I would have to leave the island and travel to the bigger
hospital in Inverness, which was 2-3 hrs by car from Dunvegan. Not
exactly an ideal situation. But I was determined to make it work.
And
then, by the grace of God, I was just feeling like everything was
falling into place: and we received an email. The arrangements for the
house in Skye had fallen through. It was the 17th of August. I was 33
weeks pregnant. We were leaving the country in just over 2 weeks, ready
or not... and we didn't know where we would be staying. Suddenly all my
carefully-laid plans and the correspondence with various midwives who
would have been supporting me in labor came crashing down. I knew I
would have to start all over again. I cannot express how I felt that
week. I was so shaken.
Our missions committee scrambled
to make alternate arrangements. What could be arranged at such short
notice was housing on the Isle of Lewis, in the Outer Hebrides. Someone
in one of the Lewis congregations had a furnished house we could stay
in, in the village of Fivepenny in the district of Ness. However, this
house was only available to us until the end of September. Another house
on the other side of the island, on Point, was arranged - but this
house was only available starting the 30th of Sept. So either way, we
would have to move house the week that our baby was due! Naturally you
can imagine we were not thrilled by this scenario, but after some
inquiry it was clear that we had no choice. At this point in the
process, so close to our departure date, I just wanted things to be
finalized, no more curveballs, I wanted to know exactly where we would
be staying when, so that I could get the process in motion of preparing
for our baby's birth!
As soon as it was confirmed that
we would be staying on Lewis, I contacted a friend of mine who lives on
Lewis but used to serve as a doula in China. Since she was active in the
birthing community on Lewis and knew many of the midwives there, I knew
that she would be an excellent resource for making contact with the
midwifery team and trying to make arrangements for a homebirth
situation. And I was right! Yolanta has been a brilliant support to me.
She gave me the contact details for the supervisor of the midwives,
Catherine MacD, and I emailed Catherine from Zambia to introduce myself,
share my situation and my medical history (thank goodness, pregnancies
and deliveries without complications!) and say that I hoped to have a
homebirth on Lewis. Catherine was brilliant from the start and not put
off by my unusual circumstances or the fact that I would be arriving
under her care at 36 weeks pregnant. She was happy to hear from me, and
told me to contact them as soon as I arrived in Lewis. I was so, so, so
thankful to the Lord for arranging things so that I would easily have a
contact within the Lewis midwifery community and that they were
expecting me and looking forward to supporting me!
So...
you've already read about how the last couple of months worked out, in
my last post. :) We arrived in Ness on Tues the 10th of Sept. I phoned
Catherine and she came to see me immediately, on the Thursday morning!
When she came, not only did she visit me at home and did my routine
antenatal check on the sofa, but she brought all the homebirth kit with
her and delivered it to our house... In other words, she was confident
that I knew what I was asking for when I said I wanted a homebirth, and
she was willing to take the first steps in supporting me in a homebirth
before she had even so much as taken my blood pressure. :) Now,
homebirths here on Lewis are not only provided with all the
necessary equipment (resus equipment, pain-relieving drugs, a whole bag
of medical supplies) but they will also provide you with a birth pool if
you want it! I was absolutely amazed... and to think that some people
told me that you couldn't have a homebirth on Lewis. :) Not only can
you have one (it is a legal right), but they have a stock of birth pools
and all the necessary equipment for any women who are interested!
I
know that when I mention the word 'homebirth' some people's minds
automatically picture a woman curled up in the fetal position giving
birth under her bed as if she is a mama cat, shutting herself away from
the world and wanting to be alone in her bedroom. Or else screaming 'No
doctors! get the doctors away from me!' and locking the door. Well,
this is a misconception. My experience of homebirth has been that I am
supported by two highly-trained, excellent supportive midwives in the
privacy of my home, I have their complete attention, and they come with
all the necessary equipment to support me medically if there is a need.
Having a homebirth does not mean that you are giving birth without
access to life-saving medical equipment. (Nor do you have to give birth
without pain medication! That is available, too!) The local ambulance
crew was even aware that I was attempting a homebirth, so that if
anything did go wrong, they would be able to respond even quicker,
because they already had a note of my address, D.O.B. and blood type!
Anyway,
I had excellent antenatal care from Catherine and her team when I
arrived on the island. I had a couple of home visits from them while we
were staying in Ness in September. My due date was 5 October so
Catherine drew up a 'rota' of midwives from the maternity ward who were
interested in helping with a homebirth, and they went on call for me
beginning two weeks before my due date. There were two midwives on call
for each day. Catherine knew that we would be moving house on the 30th
of Sept if the baby hadn't arrived by then, and she didn't bat an
eyelash. She gave me so much support. When we moved house, the midwives
came back by and picked up the homebirth kit, birth pool, and all the
other supplies which they had dropped off two weeks before, and took it
over to the house in Point for us! So we only had to move our own
things, and the midwives took responsibility to help us with the
movement of all the birth-related supplies. That was such an enormous
blessing. I had a couple of home visits after we arrived in Point on the
30th of Sept, and we just waited for baby to come. :) I was pleased
to see that it was clear that every midwife on my rota had looked at my
birth plan to see what my preferences were.
Unlike when
I was expecting Ketzia, I had hardly any 'twinges' in the days
approaching delivery. One night I had a few contractions for about an
hour or so in the middle of the night, so I knew I was getting close.
My mom arrived from the USA on Thurs the 3rd, after a long journey -
flying to Inverness and then traveling by bus to Ullapool and taking the
3-hr ferry crossing to the Isle of Lewis to stay with us! And we were
so happy to see her. She had been present at Elijah's birth in Glasgow
in 2010, too! My 'due date' came and went, Saturday 5 October. On
Sunday the 6th David was preaching both services in the Point
congregation! There was 'back up' available (he had insisted on it) in
case I went into labor that day and he needed to be with me, but I was
clearly not in labor, so off we went to church as a family! I was
feeling absolutely fine, so there was no reason to stay home!
That
night we went to bed at a reasonable time, which was good because it
meant David got some good rest after preaching before I woke him up in
the early hours of the morning. :) I woke up around 2am or so (don't
know for sure what time it was) with a contraction which was painful. I
tried to go back to sleep but kept having contractions. They were far
apart, about 10 minutes apart, which made me feel like maybe it could be
a 'false alarm' but they did hurt! After trying unsuccessfully to get
back to sleep, I really could not get comfortable and I kept having to
get up to use the toilet. At some point I decided to go downstairs to
see if I could curl up and get comfortable on the sofa instead, so as
not to disturb David. I was very, very tired and desperately wanted to
go back to sleep, but it was clear my body was NOT going to sleep. :)
Finally around 4am I went and woke up David... I let him sleep as long
as I could, but knowing that the birth pool wasn't fully inflated yet,
and that there was some work to do to get the house ready for a birth, I
knew we would need all the time we could get. So I woke him up, and
bless his heart, he didn't murmur or complain. :) He came downstairs
and started getting the living room re-arranged and tidied to become
'birthing central.' The birth pool was partially inflated and stored in
the room my mom was sleeping in, but she was already awake having heard
me moving around the house. David was brilliant at getting the shower
curtains, sheets, and towels laid on the floor to protect the carpets,
and then finished inflating the birth pool. I was wanting help to get
my TENs machine on, and finally managed to get him re-directed onto that
after a while. :) The TENs machine, as before, I found to be really
helpful to get me through the contractions. I labored kneeling upright
supported by a birth ball.
It
must have been around 4:30 that I phoned the maternity ward to let them
know I was in labor. I don't know what I was thinking, I was expected
to be treated like I was when Elijah was born, and I had to phone into
Maternity Assessment at the regional hospital, and I was just one of
many women in labor that night and had to basically 'prove' over the
phone that labor was progressing far enough that I could convince them
to send the midwife out. I guess subconsciously I was expecting to have
to convince people here, too, that I was really in labor. My
contractions were continuing at 10 minutes apart but very regular, but
the maternity ward didn't hesitate, they said someone is coming out to
you NOW! :) I guess by the time it's your 3rd baby, they realize you
know what you are talking about. :) And obviously things can go a lot
faster the 3rd time, too!
I
don't know what time the midwife showed up, I was still kneeling
against the ball. She came shyly into the room, it was the only midwife I
hadn't met in person yet. :) Her name was Annemarie and she was a
young midwife enthusiastic about homebirth and had hoped to have one
herself in the past, but had ended up transferring into hospital. She
was really sweet and immediately I knew I was in good hands. She was the
primary midwife for my birth. Just after Annemarie arrived I felt
nauseous and then vomited quite badly, but it was really special to have
David, my mom, and Annemarie all supporting me at the same time...
holding me, bringing a wet cloth, and rubbing my back.
Not
long afterwards afterwards Catherine MacD arrived, who is Annemarie's
supervisor, and she very much functioned as the 'back up' midwife. She
stayed in the kitchen for the duration of my labor, chatting with my
mom, and just keeping an eye on things in case Annemarie needed support.
but it was Annemarie who was with me as I labored. I thought it was
very special though, that Catherine MacD, who I had been in contact with
all the way from Zambia to arrange my homebirth, was the one on call
the night I actually went into labor, so she got to be there for the
grand finale after the weeks of preparation. :)
Around
6:30 in the morning we heard the little pitter-patter of feet upstairs
and David went up to investigate. Ketzia (21 months) was awake. He
managed to get her to lie back down in her bed but it was clear that the
day had started and we would have a toddler invasion any moment. I had
arranged for our kids to be sent over to a friend's house who has a
bunch of kids and whom they would be happy to play with for hours
without missing Mama too desperately much... so we phoned her and she
said she would be there at 7am to pick them up and take them over to her
house. So David went upstairs and got both kids dressed and completely
ready to go, with my mom's help, and ushered them out the door (took
them out the front door, so they actually didn't come through the living
room at all and didn't see me at all, so that they wouldn't get upset
about leaving!) and with the help of some Cheerios, they were off. Our
friends kept them for the whole morning and they were returned to us
after lunch. :) It was lovely to know that they were being well
looked-after and that helped me totally relax and focus on what I needed
to do! There is no way that I could have given birth with a toddler
climbing all over me, and I am so thankful that we have friends who were
willing to help us out in this way!
By the time
the kids were headed out the door, I knew that things had progressed far
enough that the TENs machine was no longer having enough effect. In my
previous deliveries this has been the cue for me to get into the birth
pool, so I climbed in. Annemarie knew from my birth plan that I didn't
want any internal exams, but I was really thankful that she didn't even
suggest it. She knew it wasn't necessary. So I was left in peace. I
climbed into the pool and immediately felt relief.
There
isn't really much more to say. I labored in the pool, supported by
David and my mom who continually brought me cool washcloths.
Annemarie
drifted in and out of the room and checked the baby's heartbeat every
30 minutes or so, but baby was obviously perfectly happy. Annemarie was
excellent at checking in with me to ask me how I was feeling, and I was
happy to be able to tell her that by the 3rd time through, I could
actually track my own progress in labor and could feel the baby
descending. She was very non-invasive and totally respected my space
and my ability to birth my own baby, but she was also very affirming and
supportive and was taking very good care of me.
Everything
went as smoothly and as peacefully as I could have possibly wished... I
felt unbelievably blessed. And at 9:25am, Titus Tyndale Lachman made
his entrance into the world! It was definitely my easiest labor so
far. I can honestly say that the last 5 minutes were the hardest, but
the labor itself progressed fabulously well and I was able to stay
focused and relaxed thanks to the peaceful and supportive atmosphere of
my home.
We
didn't know whether it was a girl or boy, but had been told at a scan
that it was likely a girl... they were wrong!! Our sweet boy Titus
surprised us. :) He was 7lbs 13oz at birth, so about half-way between
Elijah and Ketzia's birth weights.
I
relaxed in the pool for a few minutes and cuddled Titus, just resting,
as I felt absolutely knackered in the minutes immediately following his
birth. Titus was amazingly alert from the very second he emerged from
the water and we were all marveling at how he was already following our
voices and trying to hold his head up.
After
we got of the pool (with difficulty, as the umbilical cord was VERY
short, but it was a team effort!) Titus immediately went for a feed and
boy, did he take to his food! He nursed for more than an hour and a
half! I delivered the placenta naturally but it did take quite a long
time and I was very uncomfortable, more so than I had been with my
previous babies. While I was lying on the sofa waiting for the
placenta, David and my mom were busy clearing up the living room and by
the time I delivered the placenta (maybe 45 minutes later?) everything
was completely tidied up and the birth pool was cleaned and deflated and
put away! My husband has obviously got this down to a science! :)
Meanwhile, as I was still lying on the sofa recovering and nursing the
baby and the midwives were scurrying around tidying up, my friend
Yolanta, the doula who had introduced me to Catherine MacD and the
midwifery team, arrived to congratulate us. She had been hoping to
support me as a doula in my delivery but by the time she arrived the
baby was already born. I can't tell you how grateful I am for Yolanta,
though, because even though she wasn't able in the end to support me
during the birth as we had both hoped, she has been a tremendous friend
to me both before and since the baby was born.
Once the
placenta came, I was feeling well enough to slowly make my way upstairs
for a shower, with David's assistance, while my mom fell asleep cuddling
Titus. :)
Feeling
more human after my shower, I settled down in bed upstairs and Titus
was brought up to me. David went on over to our friend's house to pick
up the kids who had stayed for lunch there, and we got some sweet videos
and photos of them coming home and meeting their baby brother for the
first time. :)
In the days following the birth I was well looked after.
Annemarie came by to check up on me and we had a good discussion about
my homebirth, which was the first homebirth on the Isle of Lewis in 2
years and the first homebirth in the village where we are staying in 53
years! Titus has really become a statistic! :) Annemarie found my
birth very special and was actually in tears in our kitchen after Titus
was born, overwhelmed by how peaceful and simply amazing the whole
atmosphere was. She told me, 'This is the way birth ought to be.' We
were blessed to be supported by such a conscientious and caring midwife,
and really Catherine MacD and her entire midwifery staff at Western
Isles Hospital were fabulous beyond words.
We
are so thankful to the Lord for orchestrating all the details of Titus'
birth, from the smooth progression of a healthy pregnancy to the
arrangements for our stay in Lewis and the excellent care we received
from the midwives here! The Lord is faithful beyond our imaginings, to
Him be the glory!
"For the grace of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all men, teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly, in this present world; looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ; who
gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and
purify unto himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works." Titus 2:11-14
Thursday, 7 November 2013
Saturday, 26 October 2013
life around here
Whoops. Er... yes, that was another two months of blogging silence. My apologies. Let's catch you up with life around here...
On the 2nd of Sept we left our home in Eastern Province and traveled to Lusaka, where we spent one night before our travel to the UK. On the morning of the 3rd I had a final doctor's check up to confirm what we already knew - baby and I were STILL in excellent health! - and to get a second doctor's letter in case the airline decided to be really picky about the fact that I would be flying at 35wks+4 days when their technical statement is 'We advise pregnant women not to fly past 36 weeks...'
On the 3rd of Sept we left Lusaka on our overnight flight to the UK, via Amsterdam. Yep, I traveled at 35wks+4 days pregnant. (This is not exactly something new - I traveled at 35 weeks when pregnant with Ketzia.) Not only that, but I had a 20-month-old toddler as a 'lap child' the WHOLE WAY!! Is anyone impressed yet? We were hoping that there would be a free seat, but the flight was super-crammed-squished-fully-booked. Ah well. Just for future reference, in case this information is helpful to anyone: it is really difficult to use your drink tray if you have a toddler in your 8-month-pregnant lap!
(Oh, and the other annoying thing? Despite what the online check-in says, which is that each passenger including the 'lap child' gets a meal, the flight attendants on every international flight I've ever been on have refused to give a meal to my lap child. I've had to beg them to bring one if there is an extra when they finish serving everyone else! This makes me so mad! But apparently, the only food that my poor toddler is entitled to is jars of baby food. Uh, ma'am, my 'baby' may be under 2 years old and thus still entitled to ride on my lap at a discount price should I feel like choosing that discomfort, but, breaking news... this child has been eating solid food for a LONG time and has an appetite!)
So, yes, we arrived in Scotland, safe and sound and all accounted for. We were met at the airport by a representative of Syzygy Mission Support which is a fabulous organization that has given us a vehicle for hire to use during our 4 months in the UK! We are so thankful for this 7-seater Ford Galaxy that the Lord has provided. Finding a car to use short-term when on 'home assignment' is a huge hurdle that every missionary family will face at some point, and we are SO THANKFUL for missions support groups that exist to bless families like us in every way they can. They even very thoughtfully arranged for the loan of car seats for our children, without being asked -- and even included a car seat for child #3 whom they knew was imminently expected! Talk about service... AND they met us at the Glasgow airport with the car (having brought it up from Birmingham)!
Our first two nights were spent with friends in Ayr. The next three nights were spent with our pastor and his family in Glasgow (worshiping with our home congregation on the Lord's Day). Then on Monday morning we started off on the first leg of our road trip to the Western Isles which would be our abode for the next 2 months. We drove as far as the Isle of Skye and broke the journey with friends there. The next morning we were on the early ferry crossing from Skye to Harris (the lower part of the same island as the Isle of Lewis) and then drove the hour north to Ness, Isle of Lewis.
Ness is at the far northerly tip of the Isle of Lewis. At the end of the road where the house we stayed in was located, there is the Atlantic Ocean! Our missions committee arranged for us to stay in a comfortable 3-bedroom house belonging to friends. Next door was a lot with someone's pigs, and across the street were someone else's chickens, so Elijah and Ketzia felt right at home as if they were in Zambia. It was a really enjoyable place to stay. Just down the road was a fantastic playpark built into the sand dunes so we took the children there often! Just a short walk from the playpark was a beautiful beach.
We stayed in Ness for 3 weeks. The house we were staying in wasn't available past the end of September, so another house was arranged for us to move into. Now, if you've been doing the math, you might realize that I was imminently due. The house we would be moving into, on Point (a peninsula on the opposite side of Lewis from Ness), was only available starting the 30th of September. So the 30th became our moving date. Baby was due on 5 October, so it was agreed that if baby decided to arrive early (as Ketzia did) while we were still in Ness, we wouldn't have to move into the Point house straightaway but could recover for a few days before transitioning over... however, if baby hadn't come on the 30th and I wasn't in labor, we were moving over to Point THAT DAY, with no delay, so as to be as settled as possible in Point before baby did decide to show up! Ah, the great simplicities of our ever-nomadic life. So yes, we moved house when I was 39wks+2days pregnant. I wasn't in labor, so we just packed up our stuff and WENT. At least there was no furniture that had to be moved - both houses were fully furnished! Just ourselves, our luggage, clothing, and personal things, and bags of food (I even managed to get a few freezer meals put together in expectation of Baby... so proud of myself!).
So we moved across to Point on the evening of Monday the 30th of Sept. Well, I say 'Point' but actually Point is the name of the area - we are in a small village on Point. As I say, it is a peninsula extending past Stornoway, the main town on Lewis. We are only 10 minutes from the center of Stornoway, which is far more convenient than Ness in terms of distance. Sadly there is no fabulous playpark close by here, or anything really within walking distance, so the kids and I are much more confined to the house. But the house (again, a 3-bedroom, and larger than the first) is comfortable and we are settled here... temporarily! We will be on the move again 2 weeks from now!
In the end we had exactly one week to settle in before baby arrived. Our 3rd child and second son, Titus, was born on Monday 7 October! Like his brother and sister, Titus was born at home, in the water. (Don't worry, I will post the birth story soon!) And since this wouldn't be a bona fide blog post without a photo, here is a photo of our wee man:
And here are the other two stars of our show, exhibiting their goofy sides:
My mom flew over from the States, arrived on Thursday the 3rd, and was here for the weekend, before Titus' birth on the Monday morning. Perfect timing. Mom was here for a total of two and a half weeks and we crammed it full of as much 'Grandma' time as we could. We took her on an outing to see the Callanish standing stones and other spectacular sights of the West side of Lewis. On her last day here David had a preaching engagement back in Ness so she got to see where we were staying before. It was really special having her here, for the baby's birth and for his first two weeks of life. Having family members around for a baby's birth is always really special and makes such a difference!
So yes... that's what the last weeks have been full of! The adventure is only just begun though... Titus is not going to beat his sister's record of international travel at 5 weeks old, but he is about to go ON TOUR in the UK!
On the 2nd of Sept we left our home in Eastern Province and traveled to Lusaka, where we spent one night before our travel to the UK. On the morning of the 3rd I had a final doctor's check up to confirm what we already knew - baby and I were STILL in excellent health! - and to get a second doctor's letter in case the airline decided to be really picky about the fact that I would be flying at 35wks+4 days when their technical statement is 'We advise pregnant women not to fly past 36 weeks...'
On the 3rd of Sept we left Lusaka on our overnight flight to the UK, via Amsterdam. Yep, I traveled at 35wks+4 days pregnant. (This is not exactly something new - I traveled at 35 weeks when pregnant with Ketzia.) Not only that, but I had a 20-month-old toddler as a 'lap child' the WHOLE WAY!! Is anyone impressed yet? We were hoping that there would be a free seat, but the flight was super-crammed-squished-fully-booked. Ah well. Just for future reference, in case this information is helpful to anyone: it is really difficult to use your drink tray if you have a toddler in your 8-month-pregnant lap!
(Oh, and the other annoying thing? Despite what the online check-in says, which is that each passenger including the 'lap child' gets a meal, the flight attendants on every international flight I've ever been on have refused to give a meal to my lap child. I've had to beg them to bring one if there is an extra when they finish serving everyone else! This makes me so mad! But apparently, the only food that my poor toddler is entitled to is jars of baby food. Uh, ma'am, my 'baby' may be under 2 years old and thus still entitled to ride on my lap at a discount price should I feel like choosing that discomfort, but, breaking news... this child has been eating solid food for a LONG time and has an appetite!)
So, yes, we arrived in Scotland, safe and sound and all accounted for. We were met at the airport by a representative of Syzygy Mission Support which is a fabulous organization that has given us a vehicle for hire to use during our 4 months in the UK! We are so thankful for this 7-seater Ford Galaxy that the Lord has provided. Finding a car to use short-term when on 'home assignment' is a huge hurdle that every missionary family will face at some point, and we are SO THANKFUL for missions support groups that exist to bless families like us in every way they can. They even very thoughtfully arranged for the loan of car seats for our children, without being asked -- and even included a car seat for child #3 whom they knew was imminently expected! Talk about service... AND they met us at the Glasgow airport with the car (having brought it up from Birmingham)!
Our first two nights were spent with friends in Ayr. The next three nights were spent with our pastor and his family in Glasgow (worshiping with our home congregation on the Lord's Day). Then on Monday morning we started off on the first leg of our road trip to the Western Isles which would be our abode for the next 2 months. We drove as far as the Isle of Skye and broke the journey with friends there. The next morning we were on the early ferry crossing from Skye to Harris (the lower part of the same island as the Isle of Lewis) and then drove the hour north to Ness, Isle of Lewis.
Ness is at the far northerly tip of the Isle of Lewis. At the end of the road where the house we stayed in was located, there is the Atlantic Ocean! Our missions committee arranged for us to stay in a comfortable 3-bedroom house belonging to friends. Next door was a lot with someone's pigs, and across the street were someone else's chickens, so Elijah and Ketzia felt right at home as if they were in Zambia. It was a really enjoyable place to stay. Just down the road was a fantastic playpark built into the sand dunes so we took the children there often! Just a short walk from the playpark was a beautiful beach.
We stayed in Ness for 3 weeks. The house we were staying in wasn't available past the end of September, so another house was arranged for us to move into. Now, if you've been doing the math, you might realize that I was imminently due. The house we would be moving into, on Point (a peninsula on the opposite side of Lewis from Ness), was only available starting the 30th of September. So the 30th became our moving date. Baby was due on 5 October, so it was agreed that if baby decided to arrive early (as Ketzia did) while we were still in Ness, we wouldn't have to move into the Point house straightaway but could recover for a few days before transitioning over... however, if baby hadn't come on the 30th and I wasn't in labor, we were moving over to Point THAT DAY, with no delay, so as to be as settled as possible in Point before baby did decide to show up! Ah, the great simplicities of our ever-nomadic life. So yes, we moved house when I was 39wks+2days pregnant. I wasn't in labor, so we just packed up our stuff and WENT. At least there was no furniture that had to be moved - both houses were fully furnished! Just ourselves, our luggage, clothing, and personal things, and bags of food (I even managed to get a few freezer meals put together in expectation of Baby... so proud of myself!).
So we moved across to Point on the evening of Monday the 30th of Sept. Well, I say 'Point' but actually Point is the name of the area - we are in a small village on Point. As I say, it is a peninsula extending past Stornoway, the main town on Lewis. We are only 10 minutes from the center of Stornoway, which is far more convenient than Ness in terms of distance. Sadly there is no fabulous playpark close by here, or anything really within walking distance, so the kids and I are much more confined to the house. But the house (again, a 3-bedroom, and larger than the first) is comfortable and we are settled here... temporarily! We will be on the move again 2 weeks from now!
In the end we had exactly one week to settle in before baby arrived. Our 3rd child and second son, Titus, was born on Monday 7 October! Like his brother and sister, Titus was born at home, in the water. (Don't worry, I will post the birth story soon!) And since this wouldn't be a bona fide blog post without a photo, here is a photo of our wee man:
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widely alert from the moment he was born! |
My mom flew over from the States, arrived on Thursday the 3rd, and was here for the weekend, before Titus' birth on the Monday morning. Perfect timing. Mom was here for a total of two and a half weeks and we crammed it full of as much 'Grandma' time as we could. We took her on an outing to see the Callanish standing stones and other spectacular sights of the West side of Lewis. On her last day here David had a preaching engagement back in Ness so she got to see where we were staying before. It was really special having her here, for the baby's birth and for his first two weeks of life. Having family members around for a baby's birth is always really special and makes such a difference!
So yes... that's what the last weeks have been full of! The adventure is only just begun though... Titus is not going to beat his sister's record of international travel at 5 weeks old, but he is about to go ON TOUR in the UK!
Wednesday, 28 August 2013
countdown!
SIX DAYS.
I made a little 'countdown' sheet for Elijah, which is hanging on the living room wall. I assure you it was really complicated - I took a piece of paper (scrap paper, at that!) and stuck 11 pink sticky notes on it, one for each day of the countdown when we started, with the numbers 1-11 written on them. Definitely worthy of pinterest, eh? :) We've been taking down one sticky note each day and counting back through the remaining numbers. Elijah was originally having trouble comprehending the idea that we didn't take them all down AT ONCE.
But only SIX sticky notes are remaining now! Yikes!
I've broken this unintentional stretch of blogging silence by posting a review of David Murray's new book Jesus on Every Page. That was a good stimulus to write something on my blog before we are suddenly back in Scotland again!
Now, how to summarize the last 2 months since I posted? I don't even know where to start. How do you summarize two months of hard work at the College, conferences, lecturing, administration, church visits, and spending time with visiting lecturers. How do you summarize bank cards that suddenly stop working entirely and leave you without access to your bank account for two months. How do you summarize the stress and pressure of a furlough rapidly approaching but which is still not entirely organized and the plans for which have fallen through more than once already. How do you summarize the knowledge that - ready or not! - a baby will be arriving imminently, around the beginning of October, wherever we happen to be when that happens. At this point, Baby is going to think he or she has been born into a family of nomads. :)
So, what have I been doing recently? Well, one of my major goals for August was to read David Murray's book so that I could post the review on time. I am so thankful for my Kindle which allows me to put even PDF files on it and then I can sit on the front porch, or in the garden, or in the toy room, or wherever the children are bouncing around, and keep an eye on them while I broaden my mind with good reading!
This week I'm also interviewing each of our students who will be graduating in Covenant College's Class of 2013, and I will be writing up an introduction so that you can be praying for each of these men as they complete their studies and move on in their ministries.
And I'm packing. And I'm preparing our house. Because, did I mention that we are leaving on Monday morning?
And I'm sending loads of emails to churches throughout Scotland, Northern Ireland, Wales, and southern England to see who is interested in having us visit and share about the work at Covenant College. (Massive roadtrip with a 6 or 7-week old baby, anyone? No sweat!) And working up the itinerary thereof.
And in between, I'm trying desperately to keep a 3-yr-old and a 21-month-old from endangering their lives at every moment, trashing the house, and unpacking every bag as fast as I can put things in it. And I'm growing a baby.
Times like this, I am so thankful that the Lord made me to love logistics. My husband doesn't love logistics, so I am glad that I can research all the little details for him and make his life easier.
I am thankful for networking, for generous people, for organizations that exist simply to help missionaries, for the car that we will be able to use for 4 months, for the car seats that the company provided before we even asked, for midwifery-based care, for roofs over our heads, and most of all for the knowledge that no matter what happens, the Lord will provide for us - and already has!
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.
Isaiah 26:3
I made a little 'countdown' sheet for Elijah, which is hanging on the living room wall. I assure you it was really complicated - I took a piece of paper (scrap paper, at that!) and stuck 11 pink sticky notes on it, one for each day of the countdown when we started, with the numbers 1-11 written on them. Definitely worthy of pinterest, eh? :) We've been taking down one sticky note each day and counting back through the remaining numbers. Elijah was originally having trouble comprehending the idea that we didn't take them all down AT ONCE.
But only SIX sticky notes are remaining now! Yikes!
I've broken this unintentional stretch of blogging silence by posting a review of David Murray's new book Jesus on Every Page. That was a good stimulus to write something on my blog before we are suddenly back in Scotland again!
Now, how to summarize the last 2 months since I posted? I don't even know where to start. How do you summarize two months of hard work at the College, conferences, lecturing, administration, church visits, and spending time with visiting lecturers. How do you summarize bank cards that suddenly stop working entirely and leave you without access to your bank account for two months. How do you summarize the stress and pressure of a furlough rapidly approaching but which is still not entirely organized and the plans for which have fallen through more than once already. How do you summarize the knowledge that - ready or not! - a baby will be arriving imminently, around the beginning of October, wherever we happen to be when that happens. At this point, Baby is going to think he or she has been born into a family of nomads. :)
So, what have I been doing recently? Well, one of my major goals for August was to read David Murray's book so that I could post the review on time. I am so thankful for my Kindle which allows me to put even PDF files on it and then I can sit on the front porch, or in the garden, or in the toy room, or wherever the children are bouncing around, and keep an eye on them while I broaden my mind with good reading!
This week I'm also interviewing each of our students who will be graduating in Covenant College's Class of 2013, and I will be writing up an introduction so that you can be praying for each of these men as they complete their studies and move on in their ministries.
And I'm packing. And I'm preparing our house. Because, did I mention that we are leaving on Monday morning?
And I'm sending loads of emails to churches throughout Scotland, Northern Ireland, Wales, and southern England to see who is interested in having us visit and share about the work at Covenant College. (Massive roadtrip with a 6 or 7-week old baby, anyone? No sweat!) And working up the itinerary thereof.
And in between, I'm trying desperately to keep a 3-yr-old and a 21-month-old from endangering their lives at every moment, trashing the house, and unpacking every bag as fast as I can put things in it. And I'm growing a baby.
Times like this, I am so thankful that the Lord made me to love logistics. My husband doesn't love logistics, so I am glad that I can research all the little details for him and make his life easier.
I am thankful for networking, for generous people, for organizations that exist simply to help missionaries, for the car that we will be able to use for 4 months, for the car seats that the company provided before we even asked, for midwifery-based care, for roofs over our heads, and most of all for the knowledge that no matter what happens, the Lord will provide for us - and already has!
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.
Isaiah 26:3
Jesus on Every Page
It's always a blessing to find a new resource which will aid in understanding, appreciating, and benefiting from the Scriptures more. I have just finished reading Jesus on Every Page, a new book by David Murray. And I was blessed by it.
It first caught my eye when I was reading Pastor Murray's blog and saw his offer to send a free copy of his new book to anyone who was willing to read it pre-release and post a review it on their blog. I immediately thought, 'That sounds like the kind of book that would really help our students here at Covenant College understand how Jesus is revealed in the Old Testament.' And myself as well! So I emailed and received a PDF copy of Jesus on Every Page which I have spent the last two weeks reading. (No, it's not a long book - I am a distracted mother of two toddlers!) And here is my review.
I was struck by the very personable, conversational tone of the book. Pastor Murray leads his readers along the path that he himself walked as a young pastor who was initially unaware of how Jesus is at the very heart and soul of the Old Testament. The book is written in a simple and straight-forward manner, chock-full of vivid examples. It is easy to read and the message is clear: Jesus is present in every page in the Old Testament, and here are some (many!) of the ways that you can find him. And not just find Jesus - but view the Old Testament in a new light, as Jesus himself would have read it.
This book will aid in personal Bible study and reflection as well as in teaching and preaching. It includes discussion questions at the back which turn it into an excellent Bible study resource. I encourage you to pick up a copy of this book and read the pages of the Old Testament with a new and greater understanding of our great Saviour who is revealed! I personally enjoyed this journey through the Old Testament writings, and I look forward to placing a copy of Jesus on Every Page in our college library to benefit our students in their understanding of the Scriptures and the mighty, timeless work of Jesus Christ.
You can order a copy of Jesus on Every Page here.
If you order before 31 August, you can receive $100 worth of free Old Testament resources!
It first caught my eye when I was reading Pastor Murray's blog and saw his offer to send a free copy of his new book to anyone who was willing to read it pre-release and post a review it on their blog. I immediately thought, 'That sounds like the kind of book that would really help our students here at Covenant College understand how Jesus is revealed in the Old Testament.' And myself as well! So I emailed and received a PDF copy of Jesus on Every Page which I have spent the last two weeks reading. (No, it's not a long book - I am a distracted mother of two toddlers!) And here is my review.
I was struck by the very personable, conversational tone of the book. Pastor Murray leads his readers along the path that he himself walked as a young pastor who was initially unaware of how Jesus is at the very heart and soul of the Old Testament. The book is written in a simple and straight-forward manner, chock-full of vivid examples. It is easy to read and the message is clear: Jesus is present in every page in the Old Testament, and here are some (many!) of the ways that you can find him. And not just find Jesus - but view the Old Testament in a new light, as Jesus himself would have read it.
This book will aid in personal Bible study and reflection as well as in teaching and preaching. It includes discussion questions at the back which turn it into an excellent Bible study resource. I encourage you to pick up a copy of this book and read the pages of the Old Testament with a new and greater understanding of our great Saviour who is revealed! I personally enjoyed this journey through the Old Testament writings, and I look forward to placing a copy of Jesus on Every Page in our college library to benefit our students in their understanding of the Scriptures and the mighty, timeless work of Jesus Christ.
You can order a copy of Jesus on Every Page here.
If you order before 31 August, you can receive $100 worth of free Old Testament resources!
Tuesday, 18 June 2013
Zambia/Malawi camping trip: Intro
This past month I haven't blogged. The first two weeks of it I didn't blog because we were traveling. These past two weeks I haven't blogged because I didn't know where to start. :) So this is me starting to write about our camping trip through Eastern Zambia and Malawi! This will just be an introductory post.
Why did we go? We wanted to take a family holiday and Malawi is really close. You reach the Zambia/Malawi border within 2 1/2 hrs of our house. We decided to take a few days of holiday around Lake Malawi, and then we extended the trip to take advantage of the opportunity to visit 3 of our more distant students -- 1 who lives in southern Malawi, and 2 who live in Eastern Zambia. It would be difficult to visit these men during term time so it made sense to do it during the term holidays, in conjunction with an already-planned trip in that direction.
Why do we camp? Believe me, it's the affordable way to travel with a family! We bought our tent in 2011, our first year in Zambia, so that we could join our colleagues on a 10-day camping trip through northern Zambia. At that point Elijah was 1 year old. We bought a large 6-person tent, figuring it was an investment which would last our growing family for a long time and would make affordable travel possible. Then last year we camped as a family for 10 days in Livingstone, visiting Victoria Falls, with nearly 2-year-old Elijah and 6-month-old Ketzia. This time Elijah was nearly 3 years old and Ketzia was18 months. We find that camping is an excellent way to travel with kids because kids love the outdoors, and because staying in the same familiar tent every night is easier on the kids than staying in a strange hotel room every night or two! And it is so cheap! I don't know how much camping costs in the USA, but most places here in Zambia don't charge more than $10 a night (2 adults) and some are even less. Since you're saving money on accommodation, you then have the flexibility in your budget to eat out a bit more, or to make it a really cheap holiday by cooking all your own meals (we did a bit of both).
But... camping?! What about laundry? And drinking water? And hot showers? And bugs? :) Hey, camping isn't everyone's cup of tea, but if you are relaxed AND prepared, it can be a fabulous low-key inexpensive way to 'get away.' You do need to be prepared though... especially camping in Africa. Not every campground will have clean drinking water available, so some places you will need to bring your own. (In 2011 we had to bring our own water - it was real off-road camping in wild and remote spots; this year all the places we stayed -being more 'touristy' - had safe drinking water.) I washed laundry by hand, trying to keep up with it throughout the trip. Since there are 4 of us, I didn't manage to actually keep up with it, but I at least kept it under control so that we did have clean clothes to wear throughout the trip and I didn't have 6 loads of filthy things to wash when we got home (only 2). :) Hot showers? Not necessarily guaranteed... even in places which advertise hot showers. Sometimes the hot water has been used up already by other campers. :) I certainly had my share of uncomfortable showers during the trip. But it just makes you more thankful for your shower at home. :) Bugs and other undesirable camping buddies? Well, be prepared, but not freaked out. Bring insect repellant, citronella candles, and Doom. Don't leave food or dirty dishes out for them to find and bring all their relatives to the feast. We camped with our fair share of ants, and not just bugs as camping buddies -- monkeys, too! (Nothing as worrying as having hippos, warthogs, and elephants in close proximity to our camp in Kasanka National Park in 2011, though!)
Do you have other questions about camping? Share them with me!
I will be continuing my blog posts about our trip, so keep checking back. They will be posted in date order (beginning 20 May 2013) below this post.
Why did we go? We wanted to take a family holiday and Malawi is really close. You reach the Zambia/Malawi border within 2 1/2 hrs of our house. We decided to take a few days of holiday around Lake Malawi, and then we extended the trip to take advantage of the opportunity to visit 3 of our more distant students -- 1 who lives in southern Malawi, and 2 who live in Eastern Zambia. It would be difficult to visit these men during term time so it made sense to do it during the term holidays, in conjunction with an already-planned trip in that direction.
Why do we camp? Believe me, it's the affordable way to travel with a family! We bought our tent in 2011, our first year in Zambia, so that we could join our colleagues on a 10-day camping trip through northern Zambia. At that point Elijah was 1 year old. We bought a large 6-person tent, figuring it was an investment which would last our growing family for a long time and would make affordable travel possible. Then last year we camped as a family for 10 days in Livingstone, visiting Victoria Falls, with nearly 2-year-old Elijah and 6-month-old Ketzia. This time Elijah was nearly 3 years old and Ketzia was18 months. We find that camping is an excellent way to travel with kids because kids love the outdoors, and because staying in the same familiar tent every night is easier on the kids than staying in a strange hotel room every night or two! And it is so cheap! I don't know how much camping costs in the USA, but most places here in Zambia don't charge more than $10 a night (2 adults) and some are even less. Since you're saving money on accommodation, you then have the flexibility in your budget to eat out a bit more, or to make it a really cheap holiday by cooking all your own meals (we did a bit of both).
But... camping?! What about laundry? And drinking water? And hot showers? And bugs? :) Hey, camping isn't everyone's cup of tea, but if you are relaxed AND prepared, it can be a fabulous low-key inexpensive way to 'get away.' You do need to be prepared though... especially camping in Africa. Not every campground will have clean drinking water available, so some places you will need to bring your own. (In 2011 we had to bring our own water - it was real off-road camping in wild and remote spots; this year all the places we stayed -being more 'touristy' - had safe drinking water.) I washed laundry by hand, trying to keep up with it throughout the trip. Since there are 4 of us, I didn't manage to actually keep up with it, but I at least kept it under control so that we did have clean clothes to wear throughout the trip and I didn't have 6 loads of filthy things to wash when we got home (only 2). :) Hot showers? Not necessarily guaranteed... even in places which advertise hot showers. Sometimes the hot water has been used up already by other campers. :) I certainly had my share of uncomfortable showers during the trip. But it just makes you more thankful for your shower at home. :) Bugs and other undesirable camping buddies? Well, be prepared, but not freaked out. Bring insect repellant, citronella candles, and Doom. Don't leave food or dirty dishes out for them to find and bring all their relatives to the feast. We camped with our fair share of ants, and not just bugs as camping buddies -- monkeys, too! (Nothing as worrying as having hippos, warthogs, and elephants in close proximity to our camp in Kasanka National Park in 2011, though!)
Do you have other questions about camping? Share them with me!
I will be continuing my blog posts about our trip, so keep checking back. They will be posted in date order (beginning 20 May 2013) below this post.
Monday, 3 June 2013
Camping, days 13-15: weekend in Chipata, Zambia (and visit to a student's church - 10)
Day 13 - Friday 31 May 2013
Travel from Senga Bay, Malawi to Chipata, Zambia
Our holiday was ended! We got up, took down our camp, and even had time for everyone to get showered before we hit the road around 9am. A nice early start for a not-too-terrible day of driving.
We drove almost due west from Senga Bay to Lilongwe. It was nice driving through yet another scenic area we'd never been through before. I didn't successfully get any good photos through the window of our moving vehicle, though!
From Lilongwe (where we stopped briefly to let Elijah use the toilet and so that I could buy bread to make sandwiches in the car for lunch) it was slightly over an hour to reach the border of Zambia! The border crossing was quicker going out than coming in (as was to be expected). Crossing on the Malawian side took about 10 minutes and crossing on the Zambian side took a bit longer - but everything went smoothly.
We reached Chipata around 1pm and we were back where we had started! We set up camp at Mama Rula's for the weekend again, right in the same spot where we had put up our tent before.
Day 14 - Saturday 1 June 2013
Camping at Mama Rula's, Chipata
We didn't do much today! Just enjoyed being settled in camp at Mama Rula's with nowhere to go. We took the kids into the swimming pool in the late afternoon. It was REALLY cold so we didn't stay in long. :) Afterwards we had to run into town to get some fuel for the next day's drive to church in Lundazi.
Day 15 - Sunday 2 June 2013
Visit to a student's church (10) - Lundazi, Zambia
This was another big day for us. Another visit to a student and his church - but this time we would be driving a significant distance north, to the town of Lundazi. Lundazi is a small town located about 2 hours from Chipata. It is in a very rural area. Our student Peter (whom you might remember from this post - during his studies at the College he has planted a church in a nearby village and we have visited him several times) comes from this town where he is supported by a large Pentecostal congregation, and we arranged to visit him in his home church at the end of this trip.
When we contacted Peter he asked us to meet him in Lundazi at 9am. We didn't know how long the drive would take us (reports of the road conditions were varied) so we left around 6:30am. In the end it took us just about exactly 2 hours to get there and Peter was already waiting for us when we arrived. We picked him up and waited a few minutes for his bishop to meet us. He pulled up in a brand new Toyota Hilux (funnily enough, a newer model than our own). That was when we realized that this church visit would be unlike any of our previous ones. :)
The first thing Peter did was introduce us to his 'bishop,' a kind middle-aged man who is the leader of the local sections. The first thing the bishop did was tell us to follow him in our vehicle while he went to confirm arrangements for our lunch, which would be served at the hotel in town! We were shocked, but what could we say? We were given no choice in the matter. Most churches that we visit will provide a meal after the service - it is a common gesture of courtesy in this culture - but this was the first time that it had been served in a restaurant instead of in someone's home. The bishop informed us that the local congregation was having a 'prayer and fasting' event so they had made these arrangements for us to be served a meal even though the bishop's family could not host us. These sorts of situations are very difficult to deal with delicately and with cultural sensitivity!
We followed the bishop's vehicle through town - he stopped briefly at the hotel (more about that later) to confirm lunch and then led us to the church building. It was a large building on a small hillside. The name of the church is 'Comforter Ministries' which is a Pentecostal group supported by Pentecostal associations from the West (not sure exactly where). This church is connected with an NGO (non government organization) which helps orphans and widows.
We were given seats at the front - there were 2 sofas and I chose the one that was not a rainbow of colors. :) There were even seats for the children!
We got to the church around 8:45am and the praise team started 'warming up' within a few minutes. David was in the back of the church meeting with the bishop and I was sitting with the children. The praise team was alternating between starting to sing choruses, and giving the microphone over to a woman who was leading the gathering congregation in what they called 'intercessions.' She was talking about prayer - at a feverish pitch - and about God's promise to answer prayer - and then they would morph into a 'chaos prayer' for 5-10 minutes and then she would move on to another item for prayer ('And now we are going to pray that the Lord will, right now, answer every prayer that we ask Him - that before you leave this church you will find that your prayer has been answered, RIGHT NOW!....') and they would morph into chaos prayer. You get the picture. This went on for 30-45 minutes...
What made it REALLY difficult is that there were THREE people on the stage with microphones - and all three of them were praying aloud, simultaneously, into the microphones! Now, basic common sense would indicate that this was a recipe for headache-inducing noise. But that didn't seem to deter them one bit. :) It was... ahem... EXTREMELY loud. How did this become a way to 'pray'???
After the time of 'intercessions' ended, they transitioned into a time of 'praise and worship.' This church, unlike others we have visited, not only had an amplifier but also a drum set. Yes. So you can imagine it got pretty loud. It was like a rock concert, honestly.
They sang choruses - each individual chorus went on for more than 10 minutes. Literally just repeating over and over again, 'Jesus, you are wonderful...' and so on.
After close to an hour, the kids were having trouble sitting still, and I couldn't blame them, because half the congregation was wandering up and down the aisles in ecstasy. So I took them outside to give them some distance from the earsplitting noise. :) While I was outside, they transitioned into a time of testimonies - I didn't manage to really catch what was being shared (by various individuals in the congregation who came to the front) because a lot of it was in the local language. In between the testimonies there was a lot of drum-rolling and excitement and breaking into song randomly! The time of testimonies lasted close to 30 minutes and then they had more praise and worship - for more than 30 minutes!
They finally welcomed David up to preach - poor man, he shared that every time we are in a congregation with such a loud service, he really struggles to be mentally ready to preach. His head is just reverberating from the noise! It takes him about 10 minutes to re-acclimate so that he can pitch his voice correctly (and he gets vibes from the congregation that they can't hear him properly at first, either because they are all half-deafened, too!).
I managed to catch part of the sermon, but my poor hungry, tired children couldn't sit through another hour after what they had already endured... so we ended up finding a shady place to sit outside, part way through the sermon, where Elijah and Ketzia entertained the crowd of children. Interestingly, this congregation didn't have a single child (except nursing babes) in the worship service. All the children had a separate 'children's service' outside which lasted until just before the adults' sermon, and then the children were all released and spent the rest of the time goofing off and playing wildly outside the church! I think quite honestly that the worship service was considered too loud for children!
After the sermon ended, I took the kids back in for the last bit of the service, and then our family was asked to come up front! They prayed for us as a congregation and then presented us with a gift. This is the first time that we have ever received a monetary gift from a congregation in Zambia!
After greeting us, the bishop and his wife got into their car and accompanied us (with Peter) to the hotel, where they made sure we were served our food. And then they left us to enjoy our meal, with Peter's company! They went back to church for the fasting program. ;) Funny things.
This hotel where we ate is 'the' hotel in Lundazi, renowned because it is a castle! It was built by an Englishman (if I remember correctly) who wanted to have a proper castle in Zambia. It's seen better days by now, but it still has a lot of character. It did not seem to have a lot of business - the dining room was very quiet when we were there and we were practically the only people eating. Tasty lunch of nshima with chicken and cabbage.
We were very disappointed that we were not given the opportunity to visit Peter's family. Unfortunately they attend another church, so we didn't even have a chance to meet them during this church visit. And they live in a village outside Lundazi, so it would have added another hour of driving to our already long day to go out to their home. We hope that this will be possible in the future. It was nice to see Peter in his home environment and we pray that the teaching he is receiving in the College would benefit him and his acquaintances as they seek to serve God - we pray with 'reverent fear.'
Travel from Senga Bay, Malawi to Chipata, Zambia
Our holiday was ended! We got up, took down our camp, and even had time for everyone to get showered before we hit the road around 9am. A nice early start for a not-too-terrible day of driving.
We drove almost due west from Senga Bay to Lilongwe. It was nice driving through yet another scenic area we'd never been through before. I didn't successfully get any good photos through the window of our moving vehicle, though!
From Lilongwe (where we stopped briefly to let Elijah use the toilet and so that I could buy bread to make sandwiches in the car for lunch) it was slightly over an hour to reach the border of Zambia! The border crossing was quicker going out than coming in (as was to be expected). Crossing on the Malawian side took about 10 minutes and crossing on the Zambian side took a bit longer - but everything went smoothly.
We reached Chipata around 1pm and we were back where we had started! We set up camp at Mama Rula's for the weekend again, right in the same spot where we had put up our tent before.
Day 14 - Saturday 1 June 2013
Camping at Mama Rula's, Chipata
We didn't do much today! Just enjoyed being settled in camp at Mama Rula's with nowhere to go. We took the kids into the swimming pool in the late afternoon. It was REALLY cold so we didn't stay in long. :) Afterwards we had to run into town to get some fuel for the next day's drive to church in Lundazi.
Day 15 - Sunday 2 June 2013
Visit to a student's church (10) - Lundazi, Zambia
This was another big day for us. Another visit to a student and his church - but this time we would be driving a significant distance north, to the town of Lundazi. Lundazi is a small town located about 2 hours from Chipata. It is in a very rural area. Our student Peter (whom you might remember from this post - during his studies at the College he has planted a church in a nearby village and we have visited him several times) comes from this town where he is supported by a large Pentecostal congregation, and we arranged to visit him in his home church at the end of this trip.
When we contacted Peter he asked us to meet him in Lundazi at 9am. We didn't know how long the drive would take us (reports of the road conditions were varied) so we left around 6:30am. In the end it took us just about exactly 2 hours to get there and Peter was already waiting for us when we arrived. We picked him up and waited a few minutes for his bishop to meet us. He pulled up in a brand new Toyota Hilux (funnily enough, a newer model than our own). That was when we realized that this church visit would be unlike any of our previous ones. :)
The first thing Peter did was introduce us to his 'bishop,' a kind middle-aged man who is the leader of the local sections. The first thing the bishop did was tell us to follow him in our vehicle while he went to confirm arrangements for our lunch, which would be served at the hotel in town! We were shocked, but what could we say? We were given no choice in the matter. Most churches that we visit will provide a meal after the service - it is a common gesture of courtesy in this culture - but this was the first time that it had been served in a restaurant instead of in someone's home. The bishop informed us that the local congregation was having a 'prayer and fasting' event so they had made these arrangements for us to be served a meal even though the bishop's family could not host us. These sorts of situations are very difficult to deal with delicately and with cultural sensitivity!
We followed the bishop's vehicle through town - he stopped briefly at the hotel (more about that later) to confirm lunch and then led us to the church building. It was a large building on a small hillside. The name of the church is 'Comforter Ministries' which is a Pentecostal group supported by Pentecostal associations from the West (not sure exactly where). This church is connected with an NGO (non government organization) which helps orphans and widows.
We were given seats at the front - there were 2 sofas and I chose the one that was not a rainbow of colors. :) There were even seats for the children!
We got to the church around 8:45am and the praise team started 'warming up' within a few minutes. David was in the back of the church meeting with the bishop and I was sitting with the children. The praise team was alternating between starting to sing choruses, and giving the microphone over to a woman who was leading the gathering congregation in what they called 'intercessions.' She was talking about prayer - at a feverish pitch - and about God's promise to answer prayer - and then they would morph into a 'chaos prayer' for 5-10 minutes and then she would move on to another item for prayer ('And now we are going to pray that the Lord will, right now, answer every prayer that we ask Him - that before you leave this church you will find that your prayer has been answered, RIGHT NOW!....') and they would morph into chaos prayer. You get the picture. This went on for 30-45 minutes...
What made it REALLY difficult is that there were THREE people on the stage with microphones - and all three of them were praying aloud, simultaneously, into the microphones! Now, basic common sense would indicate that this was a recipe for headache-inducing noise. But that didn't seem to deter them one bit. :) It was... ahem... EXTREMELY loud. How did this become a way to 'pray'???
After the time of 'intercessions' ended, they transitioned into a time of 'praise and worship.' This church, unlike others we have visited, not only had an amplifier but also a drum set. Yes. So you can imagine it got pretty loud. It was like a rock concert, honestly.
They sang choruses - each individual chorus went on for more than 10 minutes. Literally just repeating over and over again, 'Jesus, you are wonderful...' and so on.
After close to an hour, the kids were having trouble sitting still, and I couldn't blame them, because half the congregation was wandering up and down the aisles in ecstasy. So I took them outside to give them some distance from the earsplitting noise. :) While I was outside, they transitioned into a time of testimonies - I didn't manage to really catch what was being shared (by various individuals in the congregation who came to the front) because a lot of it was in the local language. In between the testimonies there was a lot of drum-rolling and excitement and breaking into song randomly! The time of testimonies lasted close to 30 minutes and then they had more praise and worship - for more than 30 minutes!
They finally welcomed David up to preach - poor man, he shared that every time we are in a congregation with such a loud service, he really struggles to be mentally ready to preach. His head is just reverberating from the noise! It takes him about 10 minutes to re-acclimate so that he can pitch his voice correctly (and he gets vibes from the congregation that they can't hear him properly at first, either because they are all half-deafened, too!).
David preaching with student Peter translating |
After the sermon ended, I took the kids back in for the last bit of the service, and then our family was asked to come up front! They prayed for us as a congregation and then presented us with a gift. This is the first time that we have ever received a monetary gift from a congregation in Zambia!
visiting after the service, a church member, Peter, David, and the bishop |
our family with the bishop and his wife |
After greeting us, the bishop and his wife got into their car and accompanied us (with Peter) to the hotel, where they made sure we were served our food. And then they left us to enjoy our meal, with Peter's company! They went back to church for the fasting program. ;) Funny things.
Lundazi Castle Hotel |
didn't get a photo during the meal - but this is Peter with the remnants of our lunch :) |
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Thursday, 30 May 2013
Camping, days 12-13: Senga Bay, Lake Malawi
Day 12 – Wednesday 29 May 2013
Traveled from Zomba to Senga Bay
This morning we left Casa Rossa and drove the first part of the journey north. We got up, ordered breakfast up at the main
house (David had scrambled eggs and I had an omelette) and then got camp
packed up. After everything was packed,
David took a quick shower while I soaked Elijah’s foot in a hot salt water bath
because he had a little nick in his foot which was getting infected.
saying goodbye to the Zomba Plateau! this photo gives you a good view of where we were bouncing around on Monday... |
We left
Zomba at 10:30am, and arrived in Senga Bay just around 3pm. We actually managed to drive the entire distance without stopping,
except once to let Elijah use the toilet.
That is very unusual! We stopped in the town of Salima long enough to withdraw money from the bank, but we didn’t let the
kids out of their seats – an unfortunate decision, because we really should have let them
stretch their legs, but we thought we were only about 10 kilometers from our
destination. It turned out to be more
like 20 kilometers, but the kids hung in there. :)
things we saw along the way - cowboys and cows crossing the river |
Now, we had made arrangements to camp somewhere in Senga Bay. The idea was to break up the journey so that we wouldn't have to drive all the way from Zomba to Chipata in one day - it's just too far for the children. So we broke the journey into two reasonable-sized chunks, and decided Senga Bay sounded like a pleasant place to stop - and why not spend 2 last nights beside the lake. :) When we were packing up camp at Casa Rossa, as I was paying the bill the owner asked me where we planned to camp in Senga Bay. When I told her the name of the place where we were thinking of staying, she said to me, 'I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I know that you like quiet places to camp, with privacy, especially with small children who go to bed early - so let me recommend a different place to you, because I don't think the place you're planning to go to will be very suitable.' I was very grateful for her recommendation, which was to ask at the Sunbird Hotel for details about their camping facilities. I was shocked to hear that the Sunbird offered camping - especially at reasonable rates - because they are generally an expensive chain of lodges! But David and I agreed to go with the recommendation because being in a quiet, private place for camping is just... ideal. :)
So, we drove through Salima and followed the road towards Senga Bay. The road literally ends at Sunbird Livingstonia Beach
Hotel! We drove up through the main gate
and asked at Reception for details about the camping. We were amazed to hear that the charge for
camping was LESS than we had paid in the other places we stayed on this trip!! So then we drove around the corner to the hotel's private camping area....
As soon as we drove in the gate, we were
amazed. There was a beautiful beach and
a large camping area. You could either
camp in the grass under the trees, or on the sand. We chose a spot on the sand
under the shade of a couple of trees. Camping right on the beach!!
The camp ground was well equipped with nice big, clean bathrooms, hot
showers, a dish washing station, a laundry washing station, a beach-side bar
where you could order food and drinks.
It was very secure with 24-hr guards and perfectly private.
In short, it was an absolutely ideal place to camp and a wonderful spot
to spend our last 2 nights of holiday!
The water was as serene as anything when we
arrived and Elijah made a bee-line for the beach, so as soon as David and I got the tent set up, I
went down and supervised the kids playing in the water while David finished
unloading the truck.
Camp was set up by 4pm, then we all played
in the water for a little while. It was fun to see the kids having such a good time in the water, since the waves were small enough that they felt comfortable.
Then we went for an early
dinner at the hotel. We walked up the
beach to the main hotel and sat on the terrace for dinner, watching the sun set
over the lake. The kids had chicken and chips,
David had sirloin steak and potatoes, and I had chicken tandoori and rice. As a special
treat, we had icecream for dessert!
Then, back to camp for an early bedtime
(the kids had had no afternoon nap!).
Day 13 – Thursday 30 May 2013
Senga Bay, Lake Malawi
Our last day of relaxing on the beach!
Another early morning as usual. Watched the sunrise...
The campground was populated by troops of baboons who were very opportunistic and seemed to have a morning routine of raiding the rubbish bins.
We woke up to a stiff breeze and a heavy
surf, so we didn’t go in the water until later in the afternoon. The sun was shining, so it wasn’t
stormy – just breezy with big waves.
Still a pleasant day to be camping!
a local ferry boat passing |
We had a breakfast of porridge and then
relaxed on the beach – David and Ketzia napped, Elijah playd in the sand and I caught up on more blog posts. :)
By 10am, all the other campers except one couple had left,
and we essentially had the campground all to ourselves! :) The afternoon was spent swimming and playing at the hotel's small playground.
Ketzia's first time sliding down the slide by herself! |
as usual, having done it once, she was full of courage |
I used up our tinned food rations with pasta and meatballs (from a tin) for lunch - we all agreed that tinned food is not the way our family prefers to eat, not even on a camping trip! We made up for it by having another nice dinner at the hotel. It figures that the cheapest place to camp was also the most expensive place to eat. Obviously they have to make their money somehow. :)
This turned out to be an IDEAL place to camp and such a wonderful place to break our journey and spend our last two nights of holiday. :)
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