Once he's safely strapped in and comfortable, I back out of our driveway and head out to the main road.
Thankfully traffic on Delmas is light at the moment. Glancing up I can't help but admire the new solar powered street lights. Progress in Haiti; it's great to see!
To merge in, I cut in front of a pickup. Smiling I give the driver an apologetic wave. He smiles and waves back. We are all good! To get anywhere in Port au Prince you have to be a somewhat aggressive driver, but I've made it my mission to be nice while I'm at it!
Cruising down the Pan American I pass rows of concrete planters, painted to look like wooden ones.
At the National Gas Station I take a right, pausing for a moment to snap a photo of the houses built up on the hillside.
Before unstrapping Justin, I sling my diaper bag over one shoulder and my purse over the other. My key chain has a small flask of pepper spray attached to it, so I hang that around my neck. Then I lift my almost 20lb son into my arms and begin the trek back to the Doctor's office. Stopping for a break, I snap a quick photo of the newly painted homes up on the hillside.
At the Doctor's office I find a chair to sit. My lethargic boy sits quietly beside me playing with his bottle.
Since the map reading software in my brain is malfunctioning, like usual, it takes a little while to find the lab.
Once inside, the lab technicians insists on speaking French rather than Creole to me, as Creole is considered a lower class language, so it takes a while for us to understand each other.
Justin is not impressed at all when she makes a small cut in his finger and then squeezes the blood out into ten tiny vials. I do my best to calm him, but am also very relieved when she is finished. After paying for the tests, we head back outside.
On the way home I spend a few moments talking with Jason who tells me he's suffering from severe back pain. "I was just sitting at my desk and stood up! Now my back keeps having these horrible spasms."
I offer to pick him up, but he tells me he will wait it out. It won't be that long before the other pilots head home anyway.
When I'm finally home, three hours later, I lay my exhausted baby back in bed.
At 3:30 Jason hobbles through the gate and up the stairs. He looks terrible. His whole body is bent at a very awkward angle. I help him into bed and then call my friend who is a physiotherapist. She's in a meeting but promises to come over as soon as she is finished.
At 4:15 I call the lab for Justin's blood test results. Once again the lab technician insists on speaking French to me. After repeating the same questions several times I finally come to the understanding that the tests showed no signs of Dengue Fever or Malaria. Other than a rash that is now forming over his body he seems to be acting like himself again, so I am thankful for the good news.
As I prepare a simple dinner of beef and veggie wraps, the sky darkens and thunder rumbles. A little later the sky opens and torrential rains hammer the city. Looking out the front door, I notice that once again I forgot to take our shoes in on time.
When the rain finally begins to diminish, our friends arrive. I quickly convert our dining room table into a message therapy table and Mindy gets to work. The mix of rain and heat has meanwhile transformed our home into a natural steam room.
That night, as darkness falls we thank God for His love and care. Although trials may come and the journey gets harder, our Heavenly Father is always with us.