We climbed the same long flight of stairs.
Beautiful Fragrant blossoms and lush foliage....so pretty. So well cared for.
We entered the same double doors.
Smelled the same smells.
Heard the same muffled cries interspersed with a complete and eerie silence....
and again we held a little girl, who, but by Gods endless grace, should not be alive.
We again held back tears.....sadness, anger, regret. Feelings of injustice and helplessness. Tears of thankfulness and love.
Hope is fragile.
Hope is strong.
Hope is eternal.
We were able to visit her twice a day for four days...each time the orphanage workers brought her to us we still felt a sense of shock. It really is impossible to explain, impossible to comprehend.....her frailty.
We were so pleased that she was willing to make fleeting eye contact.
She definitely is going to be a daddy's girl; she seemed to seek out glimpses of him. She has a cleft lip and palate, partially repaired, and she loves to keep her finger in the little "divot" of her lip....so cute!
She is very alert ....huge dark eyes that don't miss a thing. But she is too weak to do much other than quietly watch. We were able to observe her being fed via her ng tube.....it is a very quick process and seems to be uncomfortable for her. She cried and tightened her little body and so the feeding was cut short. Very concerning as her caloric intake is significantly low anyway.
This little one loves rocking and movement. I held her on my lap facing me and rocked her and I could feel her body relax.
On our very last visit she fell asleep as I held her. It was the best feeling.
Hope is fragile.
Hope is strong.
Hope is eternal.
Her country is so beautiful. The weather was perfect and we were able to get out and see some of the history and the beauty and interact with the wonderful people.
We are counting the days until we can return, Hope! We love you so very much!