There was a little baby with downs syndrome and another with seven toes. They were all so beautiful, many of them just days or hours old.
One baby I fed was the littlest thing I had ever held. She was born either today or yesterday and weighed 4 pounds. She was so strong already though, I couldn’t believe such a tiny thing was actually breathing.
I made friends with the nurses there. One of their names’ was Hadene (happiness in Arabic ). She’s 22 and just finished school. I talked with her about her schooling and how she loves her job. When I first walked into the room all three of the nurses stared at me and then sarted talking and asked how tall I was. They couldn’t get over my height and they all stood next to me to compare their heights to mine. It was really funny and they took a picture with me.
Brother and Sister Thomas were the humanitarian couple here for the last year before the Okiishis came and Sister Thomas fed the babies a lot. Hadene showed me a poem that Sister Thomas left for them. It was entitled “Day Old Child” by Carol Pearson. The poem basically said though that the mother wished the baby could talk so that she could tell it everything she knew about God. Then the mother looked at her child and the thought came to her that her baby was thinking “I wish I could talk so I could tell you all about God, I just left him yesterday.” It was neat to hold these beautiful little Palestinian babies and think that they had so recently left Heavenly Father's presence and that He is mindful and aware of them, just as He is each of us.
Me and Erin in front of the hospital.
Me and Hadene, one of the nurses in the pre-mature unit. It was so fun to talk with her and get to know her. She's 22 and just graduated and loves her job.
The tiniest and most delicate thing I've ever held. This little girl was born the day before. It was such a privilege to even hold her.
One of the other babies I got to feed, a Philippino boy who had been born that day. 
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