The Life of Robert Emerson Gibson

This begins the week that was.  Now, a week later, I’m writing about it!  Working all I can at getting the room ready for Mom & Dad Nelson.  Working all I can at the office with my new secretary.  We’re killing rats down at the office.  Today was the PBSW rat.  Jan Babcock is one fine secretary-she really knows how to get things done!  Evening-just getting ready to start painting the bedroom ceiling (this is an activity-type Family Home Evening).  The phone rang.  Jan Babcock needed a priesthood holder to come administer to her little new nephew who was headed for the hospital.  A hepatitis infection.  Belirubin (?) count at 21.  Only 1 week old.  Her family is all non-member, but they agreed to our coming and administering.  I called Lincoln Goodman-he’s about the best partner for that I could think of, then went by to pick him up.  We went to the TMC, waiting an hour to get in to see the baby, met the family, then did the ordinance. What a little, tiny, baby.  Micah John Farrell.  He was all hooked up to machines and tubes.  I felt good about the administration.  (Projecting ahead, the baby’s count cam down to 18 by the time the doctor got there Monday evening, he should have been kept 4 days in the hospital, but only stayed 2.  When the doctor saw him again later in the week he was amazed.  The power of the priesthood is fabulous). Back home, I worked until late on doors, baseboards, furniture, etc.