I was suppose to be in Livingstone having the truck repaired, our front suspension needed arms, ball joints, bushings, bearings and other things but we felt we needed to confirm our appointment before going. Little did I know I would be needed that day to rush a child to the hospital for falling into a septic tank.
I received the call at 3:25pm to come Komana had fallen in and needed to go to the Hospital. In shock and confused as to how this had happened I said "Is she dead"? They said no but come. I went to Dr Christa's house here in Kalomo to have the ladies talk with her by phone to make sure they had done everything they could do since it would be an hour before I could reach them, then an hour back in. (I am not medical at all) I spent my driving time with much singing and praising the Lord for HIS protection over me in the vehicle with problems on a bad road and for the house mom's and Komana.
When I arrived the children were in the houses looking out their doors and our 5 house mom's were sitting in the yard with Komama asleep and that of course also made my heart skip a beat. I got out of the car and ask, is she ok.... They said she is resting. I told them to wake her she should not be sleeping, again she was sick to her stomach and all I saw was her lunch. That gave me a good feeling that everything bad was out. Everyone helped get us in the truck and we were again on our way praying she was ok and the truck would get us there without a breakdown.
When we got to the Hospital the Lord had heard our prayers and a Clinical Officer was standing with a nurse just waiting for us, no other patients around to be seen at 5:45pm. I told them we had an emergency.... Well right away he told us to rest a bit she is ok no problems we can even take her back home. I thought no we can't she fell into the septic tank that is not a good thing sir. Then he said you are right we must give her a drip in case of dehydration and antibiotics and watch her a few days.
After she was settled into her bed and the drip was in and the antibiotics started I asked house mom Elizabeth to share what happened that afternoon. She shared the mom's could hear the children playing but could not see what they were doing. Seems the busy little girls were curious as to why this heavy plate was sitting on this cement. They moved the manhole cover just a bit but somehow Komama stepped on the cover and it dropped her inside. The girls yelled and the moms ran to see what was happening.
Momma Rita was the first there and saw a hand sticking up, she pulled her out (it is 2 meters deep) and momma Elizabeth the house mom to Komama was crying out to the Lord to save her. Momma Daisy and Momma Mary went into action after seeing her eyes rolling back in her head and started pushing her tummy to get her to bring up what was inside her swollen stomach. They were successful and Komama got it up and out. They also did what I would not have thought to do and gave her a bit of salt water to make sure she got it all out.
The next morning when the Doctor saw Komana he was a bit concerned that while pushing on her tummy maybe she might have aspirated some of the sewage into her lungs because she had a low grade fever. After three nights in the Hospital she was released as a true miracle story.
Thank you all so much for your prayers for the children and us, I know I could not do the things I do by my self. I was a mess for a few days just thinking of what could have been but then I realized just how good the Lord allowed us to use our gifts and talents that day. I saw all of us working together as a body each doing what they could do and of course the LORD covering and helping us all to glorify Him. Oh how he loves us!