Days Full of Home Visits!

Day 4: Instead of going to the school in the early morning, I got the opportunity to go to four homes with a translator, Dennis, and two teachers. One being, Carmen Margarita, the psychical therapist. It was extraordinary. Some homes were absolutely trashed, while others were fairly clean. In each house, we delivered a bag of highly needed food and soaps. After, I helped Douglas and Ms. Gutmann in 3^rd grade.

            The first house I went to was Marison’s house. Marison, her sister, and Mom shared a crowded, small room. Marison, a small, skinny, fragile, two year old girl was asleep on her mother when we first arrived. They were staying in the mother’s cousin’s home. The cousin had three, beautiful girls and a husband who was at work.  The cousin’s family slept in one room and Marison and her mother slept in the other. The whole family shared a total of three bathrooms.

            The second home was cleaner, belonging to the gorgeous, 11 month, Jorge. Jorge has cerebral palsy and two knots in the back of his neck. The mother, Maricela, and brother were home. The house was clean, having a music player a TV, a bathroom, and 2 bedrooms. The four family members slept in a room together.

            The third house belonged to Rosa. Her grandmother and grandfather took care of her. Rosa’s mother, age 16, and father bolted when they found out that Rosa was disabled. Apparently, in Nicaragua, it is a curse for your child to have disabilities. The grandmother, takes of care of her husband, three children, and a few grandchildren, she is absolutely amazing. They all sleep in the same, tight room.

            Joan was the child in the last home. Sadly, Joan was at the hospital for a week, doing a checkup. Joan also has CP and has been treated by Escuela Especial for five months. Joan had a beautiful house and loving family members. I wish I could have seen him, but I was reassured because I know Joan is loved and responsibly being taken care of.

            These homes were definitely rough, but I know that the children were loved. It was great seeing how people live here. Their lifestyles are based off of simplicity, it is so different than America, and I love it. All of the kids I saw today have bright, amazing futures and extraordinary support by their parents and grandparents.

Day 5: Yesterday, I went to four homes, witnessing psychical therapy checkups, today was different. In the afternoon, I went with the Nicaraguan Social Services to three homes. In each home we met the family and checked how each kid was being treated. I went to these three houses with Ms. Lisamarie, Kevin, Sarah (our translator), and the social services worker.  

            The first house we went to was Rosa’s house. I immediately felt much more comfortable and secure, knowing that I’ve been here before. This time, the beautiful Rosa, was taking her daily nap on the couch. Today, I learned that she can’t afford somacina, a medicine that allows you to stop seizing and allow oxygen to go into the brain. Instead, Rosa took ValPro Acid which helped the seizing, but the oxygen flow. Her grandmother, like yesterday, was very grateful and welcoming.

            The second house went to was to visit the three year old boy, Estiban. Turns out his birthday was yesterday, Happy Birthday. Estiban was a premature baby with CP. He, like Rosa, take ValPro Acid because he can’t afford somacina. He is the only child, and it was obvious that he was very loved by his whole family. Estiban had a contagious smile and long, gorgeous eyelashes. He has an amazing future!

            The last house had me holding back tears. This two room shack belonged to the 14 year old, Milagro. She was very mal nourished and has severe CP. She is no long able to move her feet and wrists. Her mother, Maria, was embarrassed, ashamed, and regretful for taking her out of psychical therapy. Milagro hasn’t been taking medications and was recently in the hospital for throwing up blood. However, there is luck. With enough PT, she might be able to get some movement back.

            When looking at Milagro, I felt so helpless, more than I have ever been. I continue to have a pit in my stomach; it just isn’t fair. If the mother took better care of her, Milagro could easily be walking. My heart has sunk; I am so blown away by the mother’s selfish acts. Milagro could comprehend everything we said to her, she was very intellectual. But because of her mother’s low expectations and unfaithfulness, she wastes her life sitting in a rocking chair. Luckily, her mother asked us to contact the school, asking for psychical therapy. By saying this, I trusted and respected the mother a little more, but I am still in disbelief of her horrible actions. Now, I can only hope and pray that Milagro’s life begins to get better.

            I promise I will never forget any of these kids, especially Milagro. I can now look at things coming from a different side of things. So far, this trip has changed me so much. I’ve seen horrible things and wonderful things; I can’t wait to see what the rests of the trip holds. I am so, so happy to be here, this is where I need to be!