Nema spent the last couple of months at FAME Hospital. When she was finally discharged during Christmas week, she was moved to tears of joy. She had arrived with her mother, carrying her baby as delicately as possible. Born at 6 months and weighing only 0.5 kilograms, he was more fragile than most newborns. Before setting off on their long journey home to welcome the New Year together as a family, Nema wanted to share her story, but overwhelmed with emotion, passed the task to her mama, who sat beside her and recounted their journey:
Her pregnancy was very difficult. When she was five months pregnant, she started bleeding. By the time she was six months pregnant, the baby started coming early. After the baby was born, they went to the hospital in Endulen (40 miles from FAME). From Endulen, we decided to come to FAME. We are thankful to God that when we arrived at FAME, we were welcomed warmly. God helped us because the doctors provided great care.
The baby was placed in an incubator for one month. After leaving the incubator, they gave us the baby to keep on my daughter's chest for warmth. We continued this practice for about 20 days. After 20 days, we were moved to a private room where the doctors checked on us regularly. The doctors monitored us closely throughout. They even got us a cake when the baby reached a healthy weight. Now we can hold him like a normal baby. I would like to thank all doctors. I also want to tell other mothers who give birth at home that if they face challenges, they should come to FAME.
I'm grateful for the commitments of the doctors. They never got tired. Whenever we called, they came to help us. And as Grandmother, I also don’t get tired. I do my best to follow up with the doctors on my grandson’s health. When my daughter is tired, I take over and care for the baby. We must do our best to get the care we need. I am thankful to God and the doctors because since we arrived here, we’ve had no issues-they’ve been so kind. That’s why we named our baby ‘Baraka’ (Blessing). Because when we arrived, I never lost hope. And the doctors were optimistic too—they believed the baby would recover. The doctors were always there when we called and always helpful. That’s why we called him Baraka. His father didn’t give up hope, and everyone we met at the hospital shared that same optimism.