This is one of our saddest cases right now. Mom is mentally deranged. Father is out of the picture. No one to take care of him or his two smaller siblings. The young girl in the background of this photo is an eleven year old who came with him to the hospital and she is his caretaker at the hospital right now - an 11 year old neighbor - missing her primary school. When he arrived he had no underwear, pants, shoes and nothing to drink out of. So I bought him a blue plastic cup and found some cool blue striped Osh Kosh B'Gosh train conductor overalls in our donated clothes bag to put on him. The little girl keeps his bottoms off though because he's not potty trained and it's easier for her to clean him up. The little girl says she will go back to school on Monday and after that, we will have to take more charge of him ourselves. He's honestly one of those cases where it went through my mind of taking him in. As Dr. Blaise said, "How do men react in the U.S. if you already have a baby? Do you want a baby? He can be your baby." 

As soon as he was admitted we gave him some therapeutic milk and not only did he reach out and cry for the cup, he immediately started guzzling away. 

Although he was suspicious of my photo taking. 

These 2 are siblings. Believe it or not, the one on the right is 1 1/2 years old, and the one on the left is 4 years old. So we admitted the child on the left for malnutrition and severe stunting. I thought maybe they needed a good tickle to get them smiling. 

Yeah!...I got them laughing... 

Dr. Blaise at work. He's excellent with the children. He is also one of my housemates - along with about 4 other Rwandan staff and 2 Mazungo staff. 

The same child as below. 

He was admitted yesterday too. 

This is the same child as below; you can see that his skin is starting to slough off as well. 

Notice the bliateral pedal edema on this child. When you push down on the tops of his feet, he has 2+ pitting edema, plus swollen cheeks, and although you can't tell here, he has hair that is starting to turn blonde - classic Kwashiorkor 

Yesterday I sent four kids home that were ready to go...you might recognize this one from before. 

Although I'm happy my favorite friend is now healthy enough to go home...I am going to miss her daily hugs and big smile. 

Sunday afternoon was...a day at the games! 

Last Sunday, a PIH staff member paid for two buses so that the Rwinkwavu team could have transportation to be able to play the Kabarondo team in Kabarondo. This guy was wishing us farewell. 

These kids taught me all sorts of victory songs as we drove to the soccer game. 

The singing went on and on for the whole car ride there...even as we got to the soccer field and pulled up near the other team. 

While heading to the game, I was in the front seat with the driver on my right - he's wearing my hat :) 

...and the soccer coach was on my left 

Before the game started 

The older group of the Rwinkwavu soccer players played this time. 

Our team - ready to win our next game 

The Rwinkwavu team warming up before the game 

Half-time 

An unplanned line-up... 

Pre-game