Monday we left Karamoja. Monday, I was 39 weeks along. Monday, we had one of the first muddy, go-off-roading-around-stuck-trucks drive of the year thus far. Despite the excitement, I did not go into labor and we are now installed in a small home in Kampala. Until now, the waiting for baby has been a background to my life helped along with a little bit of prayer and preparation mayhem. Total aside: I will confess that sometimes a hyper sense of adventure can make us desire really stupid things. A small portion of me wanted to give birth in Karamoja. I mean really, who could beat that kind of street cred?! But then again there are no guarantees in childbirth and I’d prefer we both survive the experience to enjoy life together. Besides, I was scaring even our Karimojong friends by staying so long, so I think I’ve earned at least a little credit.
Back to waiting, it has now become the prime objective and we all know how easy that is to handle. Day one in an apartment by ourselves in Kampala and we’re twiddling our thumbs wondering where I can go climb stairs to get things moving! Despite being out of our ordinary lives, we still have to sort out naps and meals and washing clothing and all the aspects of everyday life that don’t simply go away when you change locations. I’m worried about how Carmel will handle a new baby sister, not to mention the time without us while we’re in the hospital. I’m worried I’ve forgotten something entirely vital. Now I have the time to dwell on such thoughts. May I also be still and know that He is God!
The occasion of our departure also taught me a new Karimojong idiom. “Tolek ejok” I was told. I responded with a confused look, since literally this means “Barf well!”. It was explained to me that although the person had no idea why they say it this way, that is how they bless each other when birth is imminent. Maybe the correlation is a violent ejection from the body or the sense of relief after? Who knows, but it has already provided me with much entertainment. Just another window into the Karimojong mind!
So here is to days of waiting, barfing well and being still in the Lord’s hands!