lesa wa wa ma

August 18, 2022

The moment she began to speak, I knew her accent—felt it deep within, as one does with the sound-memories of a childhood home. 

It was with the rushed and harried aura of a mother in distress that she spilled out the words I quickly typed from the corner stool. In the background the infant wailed, unconsolable and in obvious pain. It didn’t take long for the Nurse Practitioner to realize that more needed to be done than we were equipped for, so after a brief 15-minute visit, she stepped out to consult the the doctor, and then returned to tell the mom that she needed to go, now, to the emergency room. She stared back, stunned—alarmed at the rapid turn of events. Coming in today had been, she thought, the solution; but things were worse, so much worse, than she had imagined. Starting to gather her things she stopped, “May I go to the bathroom before I leave?” 

“Of course,” the NP responded and then, when the mom hesitated, looking down at the child in her arms, I stood and asked, “May I?”

She handed the infant to me, then rushed down the hall.

The NP also left; before seeing our next patient, she wanted to call the ER so they could expedite the process while the mom and child were en route.

Alone then, with the child, I rocked him back and forth and then began to sing. Lesa wa wa ma, Lesa wa wa ma. Lesa wa wa ma, kinye wa wa ma. 

Over and over I sang the refrain and then, miraculously, he stopped crying. Closing his eyes, his breathing slowed and, when the mother returned to the room, I was still singing and he was sleeping, calm. 

“Thank you,” she managed. And again, “thank you.”

I nodded in response, then buckled him into his car seat, while she gathered her things. As she walked towards the exit, she stopped and turned back to me, “Please, remind me your name?”

I told her. She thanked me again, and then was gone.

I don’t know what the outcome was. The rest of the day was a flurry of other patient visits – of typing. Typing. Typing . . .

Praying.

God is so good. God is so good. God is so good. He’s so good to me.

*photo is simply a moment of softness from our weekend on the homestead…sharing the bunny love with a young friend

One Response to “lesa wa wa ma”

  1. Reblogged this on Jennifer Daniels Neal and commented:
    My friend who helps lead worship with me at Rock Creek Fellowship, works in healthcare throughout the week. She has so many layers, and is incredibly talented. I love this recent blog so much!

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