One of the surprises we had when we came back was that our fri
end Nkosnats girlfriend had become pregnant, in fact, very pregnant she was due that week! So when we got our first chance to hang out and see Veliswa his girlfriend (now wife), we said “Call us if you need a lift to the hospital” knowing that probably none of their friends own a car and they would be getting a taxi to the hospital. Veliswa had replied “Oh Thanks, thats a third offer”. So leaving it at that and presuming we wouldn’t get a phone call, we headed out last night to watch a free preview showing of a local surf movie at a local spot, we ended up leaving early and got back home.
About 10 mins in our phone rang, which is fairly out of the norm at that time of night, especially when you only really have 1 week worth of connections in a place. On the other end was a Xhosa accent saying “Dude, its time” so I replied in my best british accent, “pardon”, “Dude its Nkosnat, its that time time” to which I shouted “Veliswa is in Labour!?” Rachel got excited and our adrenaline started to kick in! In the back of my mind I was also thinking, hmmm going into Masi is normally not the best idea as things gets pretty rowdy and most of the violent crime that takes place does so at night.
Considering that there was a woman in labour within that labyrinth of shacks though gave a little buzz of action-movie “do what you have to do” and we grabbed a towel (forgive, its a rental car and I really don’t know how I would explain the stain on the back seat!) and went down the hill and into Masi. This was a fairly big deal as we have never really gone as far back as this at night and since we have been back we have been really wrestling with attack in the area of fear and anxiety which whilst we recognise as attack and defeat it, we definately are still wrestling with. To our surprise the streets were dead, we comepletely uneventful get to their shack, looking back we definately see some divine protection in making normally pretty wild streets completely dead quiet for us at 10.30 at night!
So we piled 3 people in the back of the little fiat palio and sped off to the hospital! I asked Veliswa if I could pray for them as we drove and in the middle of what seemed like either a big old contraction or the baby coming she said “Its OK for you to pray”, so I sent up a slightly urgent but calm prayer that they would know Gods closeness as they go through this, it wasn’t eloquent, but I think God got the picture. As we navigated the back streets of fish hoek (the local larger town) we got to the lift barrier and a security guard came out of a little box room, so I rolled down the window and in my excitement didn’t quite construct a sentence and just shouted “BABY!” and pointed in the back of the car, to which the guard replied, a little surprised herself “Oh OK you can sign the form later” so we got straight to the door and out went Veliswa and south africas version of ER clicked into play.
After convincing Nkosnat that he should be with Veliswa (he was pretty nervous…to the amusement of the rest of the waiting room) he shot up after her, but then quickly returned saying the Docs were only allowing one other (Veliswa’s mum) in the delivery room. So Nkosnat returned to us in the waiting, with crying babies, abnoxiously loud late night south african TV and a broken drinks machine. We talked about his son coming, what it meant for him and his commitment to her (90% of mothers in Masi are single mothers), then onto what football strip he would wear and how Nkosnat wanted to take him to pre school on his first day, it was a good time.
After about an hour someone called Nkosnats name and we came out of the waiting room. It was Veliswa!! aparently the baby was so big it had been turning into the birth position and caused a lot of pain but it wasn’t imminent so she had to go home, she is going back in this morning to book a C-section appointment. We’ll let you know how the rest of the story unfolds!
UPDATE: We took Veliswa into False Bay Hospital, her blood pressure was high and the babies heart rate was higher than normal.Veliswa turned out to be dehydrated, so they put her on oxygen and a drip. Veliswa sent Nkosnat out to ask for Rachel, a little bemused Rachel went in and Veliswa asked if she would pray with her as she was so scared.
UPDATE 2: Veliswa got transferred to Cape Town Hospital for a C-section, we popped in and got Nkosnat some lunch, we weren’t able to see her but she was in a better condition and sleeping.
UPDATE 3: When we got home we heard she was booked for a C-Section at 10.30pm, Nkosnat will see the baby after that and then we will go into Cape Town and pick him up as he has to work tomorrow!