The Hands and Feet of Jesus
Probably one of my favorite parts of this trip was working at the baby home. We were able to go and volunteer here almost everyday, sometimes twice a day. The first day we went in the morning. The babies were just getting up so we got them out of their cribs and then into the room where they would have their baths. We stripped them out of their sopping wet clothes and then handed them to one of the "mommas" to bathe. We then took them into another room where we got them dressed. There was just a huge pile of clothes to choose from, girl and boy clothes. I had noticed already that boys wore girls clothes and vice versa. They all had shaved heads so you never really knew (unless you changed a diaper!) what sex they were. I painstakingly stood there with my first baby, trying desperately to find a cute girly outfit for her. One of the mommas finally laughed at me and told me I was taking too long!! Oh yeah, there are about 12 other babies waiting to get dressed!! Sigh....into a t-shirt with a truck on it she went.....
The first of many heart wrenching moments for me....no time to splash and play in the bath, no time to lovingly rub lotion on them, no time to stare into their beautiful eyes and tell them that someone loves them, someone cares for them! The mommas truly did the best they could with so many babies, but how sad that these babies don't have their own special momma to do these things for them! My heart ached.
And then, there was Alinda. I noticed her right away while she waited in her crib for someone to retrieve her. I went over and started playing with her while I waited to get her changed and bathed










