The children there were taken care of. Probably not to American standards, but you could tell they were.
The kids were sleeping when we got there, so we got a tour of the facility and got hear a little the orphanage. Once the kids woke up, they changed them and brought them out one by one. They brought out one baby after the next until each of us had our own. My baby was sweet. She had a huge smile. As she breathed in and out, I could feel the vibrations of something bronchial. But she was happy. She smiled a huge smile. She was just content with being held. They all were so sweet. They asked us to stay and feed them, so of course, we did.
Below are a few photos from the day.
Feeding my sweet baby
Those kids loved Dave
All of us playing with the babies
Joby holding one of the children
Lauryn feeding one of the babies
Cooper with one of the babies (Look at those eyes!)
Jessica playing with one of the babies
2 comments:
Oh my goodness! What sweetness. What precious children!
What a beautifully written article. Just wish I were able to adopt one of these babies. I do have a special place in my heart for displaced children...my mother was orphaned at 2 years old, never felt love as a child...so it all makes me hope that these children will be loved and taken care of. Bless you for writing this.
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