Every evening volunteers go back over to the clinic in two shifts; from 5:30 to 6:30, one group feeds the babies. From 7:30 to 8:30, the next group plays with the babies and puts them back in their cribs. I thought the later shift would be easier because I've tried to feed a toddler her cereal without much success. She just wasn't very interested in her food. Mihaela had left her purse in the room, and several of the girls were very interested in chewing on its straps. Once Mihaela pulled out her sunglasses, that was it. Maistra had to have them (she tore then apart, unfortunately). Anyway, I found putting the babies in bed last night was even harder. The wailing! The tears! The unhappiness! I wish I could have smuggled Ion out in my red Fund for Teachers bag and brought him back to the hotel. Above are pictures of me and Ion and my buddy, Trent, with Ion and Cristi. We have to wear masks the first week we interact with the babies because a British team got babies in an orphanage in northern Romania sick. It makes it hard to see the babies, and they're always reaching to try to pull them off.
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