Babies in Backpacks!
If they fit, may we take them?! Well they did, and we sure wanted to! My mom and I went for an Anne Geddes-style photo-op with Cristi and Alina to prove that, yes indeed, they'd fit in our bags :)
A Video Compilation
I haven't figured out how to post a youtube video on this blog, so I'll just provide the link! If you go here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXIr8EM8T24
My Little Guy, Cristi-Daniel
Here is my other favourite baby! This is Cristi-Daniel, the little boy I was privileged to care for at the clinic. Cristi has the best smile, eh?! When he's happy, his whole face lights up :)
Cristi really developed his standing skills while I was there--which was quite a feat for such a little guy (he only weighed 14 pounds!).
Tummy time!
Cristi really developed his standing skills while I was there--which was quite a feat for such a little guy (he only weighed 14 pounds!).
Tummy time!
Tribute to Alina
Below is a poem I wrote about one of my favourite children, Alina. My mom, who 
travelled to Romania with me, was privileged to be paired up with Alina to care for her during the 3 weeks we were there. Alina, who was new to the clinic, melted our hearts and we would have taken her back to Canada if we could! We learned that she was 6 1/2 months old and weighed only 6 1/2 pounds and had Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, amongst other health problems. We saw this tiny--TINY--girl transform from being emotionless to being happy and interactive. Anyhoos, here's the poem about this precious pumpkin:
Her first nine months were lonely
There was poison in the womb
Alcohol was pumped to her
But a fighter she would be
It was decided early on
Her strength and determination
Was like an ever-rising dawn
Six more months would pass her by
She’d lay and she would wait
When would her angel visit?
And to her heart—open the gate?
Alone in isolation
Her joy is drawing near
A visitor is coming
Her warmth will soon be here
June 2nd—the day has come
There is joy and love around
Up, out of her crib she comes
Only 6 little pounds
A singing voice so tender
A chest that’s comfy and warm
Lips to kiss her forehead
And arms to hug—now the norm
What is this? The attention
It’s so special and so nice
She reaches to touch the face
Of the lady who shines Christ
Her fingers so long and delicate
Her hair—golden blonde
Her lips and eyes and nose
Indeed she lives up to it
Her smile and gentleness are bright
Note: Subsequent volunteers have sent e-mails and posted blogs sharing wonderful news about Alina. She turned 1 in November, has the cutest laugh, is very popular amongst the volunteers (no surprise!) and is learning to walk with assistance (at only 9 pounds!). She's a fighter and I miss her like crazy.
Here is my mom with Alina:
Here are some cute shots of Alina smiling:
Here I am with Alina:
See more recent updates about Alina, and the other children, at this blog: www.rockinbabiesromania.blogspot.com
travelled to Romania with me, was privileged to be paired up with Alina to care for her during the 3 weeks we were there. Alina, who was new to the clinic, melted our hearts and we would have taken her back to Canada if we could! We learned that she was 6 1/2 months old and weighed only 6 1/2 pounds and had Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, amongst other health problems. We saw this tiny--TINY--girl transform from being emotionless to being happy and interactive. Anyhoos, here's the poem about this precious pumpkin:Her first nine months were lonely
There was poison in the womb
Alcohol was pumped to her
Would this also be her tomb?
But a fighter she would be
It was decided early on
Her strength and determination
Was like an ever-rising dawn
Six more months would pass her by
She’d lay and she would wait
When would her angel visit?
And to her heart—open the gate?
Alone in isolation
Her joy is drawing near
A visitor is coming
Her warmth will soon be here
June 2nd—the day has come
There is joy and love around
Up, out of her crib she comes
Only 6 little pounds
A chest that’s comfy and warm
Lips to kiss her forehead
And arms to hug—now the norm
What is this? The attention
It’s so special and so nice
She reaches to touch the face
Of the lady who shines Christ
Her fingers so long and delicate
Her hair—golden blonde
Her lips and eyes and nose
Of each, Carol is fond
She is called Alina
The name—it means “light”Indeed she lives up to it
Her smile and gentleness are bright
Note: Subsequent volunteers have sent e-mails and posted blogs sharing wonderful news about Alina. She turned 1 in November, has the cutest laugh, is very popular amongst the volunteers (no surprise!) and is learning to walk with assistance (at only 9 pounds!). She's a fighter and I miss her like crazy.
Here is my mom with Alina:
Here are some cute shots of Alina smiling:
Here I am with Alina:
See more recent updates about Alina, and the other children, at this blog: www.rockinbabiesromania.blogspot.com
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