The first night at the nursery was quite eventful! Laura and I walked in to find that all the children were sleeping, which we later wished they were still doing! Once they woke up chaos ensued!!
One of the first things that happened was being pooped on. There are twin boys in the nursery and I had one on each leg, because they love being held. (A habit that their soon to be adoptive parents are going to have to break) I went to set Jacob on the floor to play with some toys when I saw what looked like blood on my pants! I had a minor freak out when I saw his red poop coming out of his diaper. I handed him to Laura to change, because I still had his crying brother Daniel on my other leg. She took him into the room to change him and his diaper was covered in red poop. We had another minor freak out, but luckily we found out his poop is red because of the medicine. So here I was, standing there with red poop stains on my pants thinking that was the dirtiest I would get.
Next thing I know I’m holding Chris, a 10 month old baby so malnourished he is the size of a new born. Chris has a temperature of over 100F and is just miserable. So miserable in fact, that he puked on me! I looked down and I had chunks of food and other vomitous materials all over my arm, hand, and shirt. Chris didn’t fare so well himself either. So, we went into the bathroom and cleaned off, all the while I was telling myself to not puke as I’m picking his chunks off my shirt…not very appetizing….sorry! So, this happened two more times during the evening, but luckily I caught the other ones in my hands.
The night continued on like this, with breaking up a few fights, trying to stop babies from crying, taking kids off of whatever they were climbing on at the time, and feeding them, bathing them, and cleaning up somewhere in there. At one point in the evening I took Chris out on the balcony, because it was much cooler there. I tried to cool him off some and help him go to sleep, so I walked back and forth rocking him. He finally fell asleep so I just stood rocking him watching the sunset and praying. When I opened my eyes one of the older girls who lives at the home was standing in front of me. She asked “You pray?” I said that yes I was praying and she seemed very content with that answer and walked away.
