Sunday night, we had just sat down for dinner when Rachel comes running to the dining room asking for one of the doctors. She had been assisting Margaret with a birth and evidently there was an emergency. Dennis ran over to the clinic and I followed him to see if I could help or at least pray for them. When I got there, Dennis was trying to get the newborn to breathe. Apparently, since he came out, he had not taken a proper breath. As he pumped air into the baby’s lungs, I just started praying. “Father, please save this baby.” I felt so bad for the mom who was lying on the bed watching all of this unfold. I went over to her and tried to comfort her with my limited Dinka. Dennis and Rachel took the baby into another room while Margaret and I stayed with the mom, waiting for the placenta. The only thing I could do was keep praying and hand Margaret gauze. George came and took the blood sugar levels of the mom and baby. Both were extremely high. While Margaret was working on the mom, we heard the sweetest sound… a baby crying! We all cheered and thanked God for saving this baby’s life. I am happy to report both mom and baby are doing well.