A family stepped up to adopt Vivvy before I even left the country and she made it home quickly. A few months later a family committed to 'Jacob' and now he is safely home. Kanani's continues to wait for an adoptive family (please pray for her, she is living in a mental institute currently).
I slowly pushed the thought of the other babies I met to the back of my mind. Focusing instead on helping the children I could help. I figured it was to late for the other babies, that they would never get their chance at a family.
I was wrong. There is one more. My lost baby.
The baby who has haunted me for the last year. He has been given a chance.
I've met him.
May 2012. There was a stroller outside with the rest of the babies. I walked over and peaked inside. And that's when it happened, that's when I met him. His bare arms and legs were stick thin. He was two years old at the time but no where close to the size of a two year old. His skin was soft as paper. His breathing was fast and raspy. I leaned over and said hello, softly rubbing his leg. He got worked up and started making grunting sounds with his mouth and moving his arms a little. It was impossible to tell if he was starting to laugh or cry. The nannies started glancing our way because of the commotion so I quickly blew him a kiss and moved away. His stroller was pushed to the side and he was clearly not one of the favorite children there.
And that was that. It couldn't have been more than a couple minutes that I was with him. But the memory of his skeleton legs have haunted me. I have thought of him often.
There is good news and bad news.
The good news: An adoptive family was able to see him a few weeks ago and he is now listed for adoption.
The bad news: A year later and he is STILL just as small. His arms and legs are still stick thin. He is now three years old. He urgently needs an adoptive family.
My lost baby. It's time for him to be found.