pleasant Ghanaian nurse who thought I was not going to make it. She just stood in front of me and whispered desperately, “So somebody’s beautiful daughter is not going to make it.” The medical staff told my husband that my prognosis did not look good and that they were trying to stop the bleeding, but it was impossible. “If this doesn’t work, there’s nothing we can do,” the doctors told him as they administered my final treatment. Thank God I didn’t hear this. My husband immediately called my pastors and my brother-in-law, who is also a pastor, and they prayed and prayed. The next morning, when the Ghanaian lady sawme, she was surprised and was overjoyed that I had survived. It was a miracle, because at night, when everyone left, God breathed new life into me. That is why I don’t hesitate to help others. I appreciate all God has done for me, and I see everything I am doing as doing it for God. He gave me new life. I personally know a couple of women who have died from this syndrome. Anytime I think about the fact that I survived it, I smile. My life has a purpose. It informs the zest and zeal with which I do things. My daughter is a very healthy girl. Thank God. I think my husband is still fascinated by the resilience I showed during childbirth. I remember the look in his eyes when he first held our son and daughter in his arms. It was priceless. My sonKene is a proud 9-year-old author of “The Adventures of Super Dog.” He loves to read and write, and I literally have to take his books away because he sometimes gets up at night to read. My daughter is an artist. She has the greatest heart. She is a caregiver like her mom. She is like a little butterfly so sweet to everyone. I say all this to the glory of God. I love to spend time with my nephews; seeing them running around and playing brings joy tomy heart. Ramlat calls me a ‘super aunty,’ because I am always looking for a chance to spoil the kids. She complains that I overbuy gifts for them. Ramlat thinks I over pamper the kids, and that I am weird because sometimes I have too many kids around, screaming everywhere and she is thinking that the noise level is bad but the truth is that it sounds like music in my ears. She always tells me that she is glad I am not a musician. 24 The Birthday Journal
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