Sheriff, well Luna, had their baby. He is "Vedy, vedy happy, Madam." I wish I could express the light and joy coming from him as he told me about the news. He came to work at 8 on Saturday (pretend Monday) and said that "I talk to her last night, just before scissor." (sounds like cee-sore) Make a scissor cutting motion over your belly here, this is how he talks about c-section's. "That was 11:30 last night and doctor was coming. Today, I no talk her, I talk her chister. (sister) Her chister say baby fine, my wife fine. Everything vedy, vedy good. I am vedy, vedy happy."
Sheriff named their first son and he told Luna that she should name this child. So, I asked him if they have a name yet, this was today. "No. No name Ma'm. I told her she name. She say, I don't know. You ask Madam Teresa what she say. You tell me what name." Sweet, isn't it. What name? What name? Well, of course this child was a blessing to be here safe and sound. An answer to prayer, both Christian and Muslim. And this prayer was answered by many of you. So I told him, "You should name this child the name of a prophet. We share many prophet's." Musa (Moses), Ibrahim (Abraham) and several others. I couldn't tell him what to name his baby. I just said, "God has blessed you Sheriff, you need to name this baby to thank Him."
And then he went on to tell me some kind of really long story that I am still really confused about. Something about a million dollars and a whole lot of old fish heads. I'm serious. I hate to admit, that I just smiled and nodded, but I really didn't understand any of it. "Ohhh. Yes. Sure. Uh huh. I see." That was my response the entire time. I just don't know what he was saying.
Anyway...
He said everything is fine, and that she will go home to her sister's apartment in a couple of days. "My son, he cry all day. He want to go our home vedy badly." Poor little thing. Of course he wants to go home. He's trapped all day in a tiny apartment in Bangladesh while his dad is here and his mom is with her new baby in a hospital. I'd want to go home too. Then Sheriff said, "Ma'm this apartment vedy, vedy small. Like this big." We were in MY KITCHEN. Yeah. I think I'd want to go home too.
Can you imagine not even being able to see your baby? No pictures. Still, after three days. I tried to set up skype with someone he knows in the city while Luna is there, but I don't think the man is in town right now. Too bad. Remember how I was just whining about how Peter really could have missed Gid's birth? Sheriff won't get to see his baby for a long time. Many men here don't get to see them for years and years. They go home, start a family, are here when the child is born. Go home three years later, meet that child, work on another baby, come back here, and the process goes like this. I feel so very blessed to have been born into the family I was born into, in the country and time I was. Being separated from family is a way of life for a huge portion of Asia. There just isn't any choice, there is no work in so much of this place.
*Edited by me* I always get a little neurotic when I post anything with much religion in it. So I fester all day long, worry, and then change the post. At any rate, I have changed this. But the general idea was a big, wonderful thank you to all of those that helped Sheriff. Whether from your pocketbooks or prayers, or both. The need was filled and I (and they) greatly appreciate it.
Thank you.
Sheriff named their first son and he told Luna that she should name this child. So, I asked him if they have a name yet, this was today. "No. No name Ma'm. I told her she name. She say, I don't know. You ask Madam Teresa what she say. You tell me what name." Sweet, isn't it. What name? What name? Well, of course this child was a blessing to be here safe and sound. An answer to prayer, both Christian and Muslim. And this prayer was answered by many of you. So I told him, "You should name this child the name of a prophet. We share many prophet's." Musa (Moses), Ibrahim (Abraham) and several others. I couldn't tell him what to name his baby. I just said, "God has blessed you Sheriff, you need to name this baby to thank Him."
And then he went on to tell me some kind of really long story that I am still really confused about. Something about a million dollars and a whole lot of old fish heads. I'm serious. I hate to admit, that I just smiled and nodded, but I really didn't understand any of it. "Ohhh. Yes. Sure. Uh huh. I see." That was my response the entire time. I just don't know what he was saying.
Anyway...
He said everything is fine, and that she will go home to her sister's apartment in a couple of days. "My son, he cry all day. He want to go our home vedy badly." Poor little thing. Of course he wants to go home. He's trapped all day in a tiny apartment in Bangladesh while his dad is here and his mom is with her new baby in a hospital. I'd want to go home too. Then Sheriff said, "Ma'm this apartment vedy, vedy small. Like this big." We were in MY KITCHEN. Yeah. I think I'd want to go home too.
Can you imagine not even being able to see your baby? No pictures. Still, after three days. I tried to set up skype with someone he knows in the city while Luna is there, but I don't think the man is in town right now. Too bad. Remember how I was just whining about how Peter really could have missed Gid's birth? Sheriff won't get to see his baby for a long time. Many men here don't get to see them for years and years. They go home, start a family, are here when the child is born. Go home three years later, meet that child, work on another baby, come back here, and the process goes like this. I feel so very blessed to have been born into the family I was born into, in the country and time I was. Being separated from family is a way of life for a huge portion of Asia. There just isn't any choice, there is no work in so much of this place.
*Edited by me* I always get a little neurotic when I post anything with much religion in it. So I fester all day long, worry, and then change the post. At any rate, I have changed this. But the general idea was a big, wonderful thank you to all of those that helped Sheriff. Whether from your pocketbooks or prayers, or both. The need was filled and I (and they) greatly appreciate it.
Thank you.
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Be sure and post what the baby ends up getting named! I think they should name it Tiff. Tell them it's a very good strong manly American name... :)
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