Today was a day filled with emergencies. Almost daily we see more and more babies at death’s door. Today, Jackelin came in. She was 9 days old and weighed 3 lbs. She had so much trouble breathing. Rick called me in to tell me he didn’t think she would make it. We rushed her to Medishare but she died in my arms on the way to the hospital. I told the driver I thought she was dead, but to keep on driving, in case I was wrong. The mother and grandmother were there. I can’t even describe what followed, but finally there was a burial plan. We came back to the clinic to find so many more emergencies. I almost cancelled my ticket. But I am here, waiting for my plane, knowing tomorrow will bring just as many new cases. We have three babies at death’s door. But Wegenson, our three year old in the feeding program, is starting to stand up. More later.