A trip to the hospital

This past week the clinic received a call from the local health department asking if we could transport a child to the hospital that is located about 45 minutes away. There is no ambulance service where we live, so the only "ambulance" available is the clinic truck. When we arrived at the health department, we realized the gravity of the situation. A little 4 year old girl had gotten into her grandmother's meds and had taken an unknown amount of Phenobarbital. By the time we arrived, she was unconscious. Now, because our truck is not an ambulance, we have no equipment...no oxygen, no monitor, nothing. I sat in the back of the truck watching this little girl forget to breathe and having to stimulate her so that she would remember. The only tool available to me in that truck was prayer and it was being used by not only myself, but the other two workers I was with. When we arrived at the hospital, our patient was put on oxygen and started on IV fluids. I stood back with the patient's mother and prayed. I told her mother to come see me when she was released from the hospital thinking that it would be a long time - since they were talking about sending her to the capital city of Tegucigalpa. On Friday, I received an amazing suprise at the clinic - the smiling face of a little girl who, a few days earlier, was forgetting to breathe. What an amzaing answer to prayer and what a reminder that with God all things are possible.