Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Charlene - our bridge to others

Before we had Charlene, Dez and I knew very little about special needs children. Sure, we know the diagnosis and the implications, such as Down syndrome and autism. When we see those children on the streets, we viewed them and their parents with sympathy... but not empathy. We could never understand what the children and their parents are going through.

Charlene became our bridge to the special needs community. Three and a half years, and I have known many families with special needs children of various conditions. From the children on the school bus to the children in Rainbow School, I gained more knowledge of the behavior of autistic children, those with ADHD, those with tracheostomy. 

But still, I will not fully understand what those parents are going through. Why do I say that? Because each family experience different problems in the care for their child. It is very hard to understand the problems... even for kids with the same clinical problems, the manifestation and the management may be different between parents.

Take our family for example. Charlene was born with nothing. She was not expected to breathe on her own, not expected to have voluntary movements, not expected to be able to do anything at all. In some sense (glass half full sense), it was easier for us. Every single thing she was able to do (from her first opening of eyes, to grabbing our fingers, to sucking the pacifier, to smiling, to crying and cooing), we celebrated, we cheered, we thanked God.

In contrast, some of the special needs kids we met had been normal children... until some neurodegenerative disease hit them, and they lose their functions slowly. The loss and pain their parents had felt must have been much worse than what we have went through. We really salute the strength and the resilience of those parents, as they do their best to love their children unconditionally.

There are also children with physical disabilities (e.g. cannot walk, cannot swallow) but their cognitive ability are unaffected. But still, it is not easy for them too. It may be difficult for those children to attend mainstream schools, as the parents worried about whether their children can be accepted into the normal society. Again, we salute those parents, as they strive hard to help their children integrate into mainstream society.

There are also children with mild learning or behavior disorders who looks like any normal children. They can feed themselves, they can walk, they can talk, they can do anything you and I can do. But they have behavior issues... they may be rude,  impatient, and inconsiderate. The society may frown upon those kids, and labelled the kids as having poor upbringing. Again, we salute those parents because they have to manage  societal expectations for their kids.... they may often have to explain the kids behavior to others as they do their best to teach the kids.

Personally, I salute parents who are taking care of children with tracheostomy. I cannot imagine the heart pain of having to suction your own child so regularly and seeing your child struggle. 

What Dez and I learnt is that we can never, ever understand exactly the difficulty of taking care of each unique child. We learnt not to assume we know best for other kids... we learnt not to question other's actions. We remember that parents want the best for their children. In the case of tracheostomy, I believe that parents perform suction out of love and necessity...they want the child to breathe comfortably. They want the child to continue to live, and hence they are prepared to endure the heart pain of seeing the child struggle during suction. 

For many of us, to see our child happy and healthy is all we ask for. 

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Marriage = commitment

Extracts from the book "The Sacred Search" 


"The friendship that results from facing all seasons of life together, praying together, raising kids together, serving the Lord together, having fun, having sex, suffering heartaches and heartbreaks, overcoming setbacks and learning to deal with disappointments, growing together through all of them, creates a bond that no initial sexual attraction or romantic infatuation 
could ever hope to match."

"...within marriage, love is not an emotion; it's a policy and a commitment that we choose to keep in the harshest of circumstances. It's something that can be learned and we can grow in" (emphasis added)

Dez and I could identify with the above written statements in our own marriage. Like a lot of people, we thought we will live happily ever after, have children and watch our children go to school, get married and have grandchildren.

The first sign of a potential problem came when I was still pregnant with Charlene. We have differences in our views of raising children. I wanted to bring my child up with Christian teachings and I was concerned that my child will be infused with other religion's teachings instead. Dez insisted that it will be okay. He will send Charlene to church and all, but also allowed her to be exposed to other religions... It's his "democratic" way of dealing with such issues, so that the the child can choose for herself.

Charlene's birth was unexpected (emergency C-section) and her congenital condition and poor prognosis were more than we can handled. And in Dez's despair, he sought prayers from a Christian... and he experienced peace admist the storm. After his experience in Jesus, he made a leap of faith... not to seek healing for Charlene, but because Jesus is a living God.

From that point on, we prayed together, raised Charlene together and served the Lord together.

Because of Charlene's condition, we suffered many heartaches and heartbreaks. Not only are we unable to  see the typical developmental milestones for a baby, we also felt deserted by some people who could not accept Charlene as a special-need kid. They could not empathize with our decision of giving our best to a child who has no earthly hope for the future. And seeing Charlene struggle through her affliction was painful too. However, together with Charlene, we have also overcame many setbacks (Charlene surpassed the expectations of her doctors, she recognized the voices of familiar people, she smiled, she raised her head, she sat by herself etc). We also learnt to deal with disappointments.

In fact, I could have gone back to work after my maternity leave by hiring a maid and leaving Charlene to my in-laws and the maid. But the two of us were adamant to give Charlene the best we could because we knew her life on earth will be short. The accusations and insults we faced from others due to opinion differences (in caring for a child with no earthly hope vs pursuing our own individual happiness and staying faithful to Jesus vs seeking help from other religions) made our marriage even stronger as we stood by each other.

So indeed, love is a commitment that we choose to keep in the harshest of circumstances.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Remember Charlene is in heaven

The niche marble was ready for installation on 21 Jun 13. We chose a pink granite marble that was engraved with Charlene's name, date of birth, date of passing and a bible verse and a photograph. We made our way down to Mandai crematorium despite the haze and watched the person glued the marble to her niche.

We brought Charlene her favourite windmill (which Teacher Adeline gave to her). I used to bring her downstairs for evening walks or to coffeeshops and the windmill would distract her from the surrounding noisy environment. The bouquet of flowers with the carebear that we left after the cremation was still there, though the flowers had withered. We removed the flowers and left the carebear there.

Pastor Cynthia reminded us that Charlene is in heaven. It is a really wonderful place and she won't want to come back. So the niche serves as a remembrance for the living, and not for the dead. And as we remembered Charlene's well-lived life, we will thank God for giving her to us and should seek to live our lives to the fullest. 

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Stepping Up (Dez)

When reading through the book "The Sacred Search", I came across this short story which the author quoted from another book "Stepping Up".

It reminded me so much of Charlene last 7 hours with us. My tears couldn't stop flowing when I read through the story.

Here is the extract from the book.
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In his book Stepping up, Dennis Rainey tells the tear-drenched story of how his daughter Rebecca and her husband, Jake, gave birth to a little baby whose brain was almost gone by the time she was born. Little Molly lived just seven days, but in that one love-packed week, she received abundant care, prayers and comfort. Because both Rebecca and Jake come from strong families, two sets of grand-parents were there, praying over little Molly, reading scripture to her, and singing songs of worship along with her parents. Here's how Dennis describes Molly's final moments on earth, when they all knew she was about to die and planned their last goodbyes:

Barbara was first. It was quite a maneuver to make sure all the wires and tubes that were supporting Molly's life didn't get tangled, but finally there she was in her arms. Barbara kept saying how much of an honor it was to hold this little princess of the King. She held her close and cooed words of lover and admiration over her beautiful face. Holding back tears was impossible.

When it was Bill's turn, he stroked her face, tenderly whispered his love for her, and shared his favorite scriptures with her. Pam beamed as she gently rocked Molly and sang "Jesus Loves Me" to her. Both Bill and Pam just held her, kissing her face, holding her little hands, and weeping as they said good-bye.

As Molly was placed in my arms, she felt so warm like every newborn. I tried to sing to her, and I doubt she recognised "Jesus Loves Me" as I choked out a few words through tears.

As his own kids were growing up, Dennis used to tell stories of a fantasyland filled with "Speck people". Dennis always got one of the Speck people into a harrowing dilemma and then said "And you'll have to wait until tomorrow night to hear the rest of the story." He now frequently told these stories to his grandchildren, so Jake asked his father-in-law, Molly's grandfather, to tell her one Speck story before she died.

At first, Dennis protested - he just couldn't. But Jake and Rebecca implored him, which led to this:

I held little Molly, looked into her face, and began my story: "A Speck grandfather and his Speck granddaughter went fishing for tiny Speck fish..." My story was less than sixty seconds long, and when I looked up into Rebecca's face, she had the biggest grin, dimples and all. She was loving the moment.

As I concluded my story, I told Molly, "The Speck grandfather and Speck granddaughter took their fish and ate them, and they they encountered something you would never expect or believe... and you will have to wait until I get to heaven to hear the rest of the story.

At this point I was sobbing, but I got the words out...and Rebecca and Jake started laughing. Rebecca's laughter has always been contagious, and I, too, began to really laugh.

Losing a child is one of the most painful experiences any human can ever know. But the corporate love of four faith-filled grandparents allowed this young mom and dad to actually find laughter and hope in the face of one of life's ugliest realities.

It gets even better: with all the laughter in the room, little Molly's oxygen monitor, which had been at an anemic 80 percent, shot up to 92 percent, then 94,97,98,99 and finally, 100 (emphasis added). That tiny newborn drank in the faith and hope and laughter of her parents and grandparents. Though this was ultimately her last day on earth, I don't doubt that she died knowing she was very loved, and she is no doubt eagerly waiting in heaven to greet first her grandparents, and then her parents, who gave her such a sweet and blessed passing.

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The improved oxygen saturation of little Molly (in bold above) mirrors that of Charlene's situation. After we carried her, her saturation went up and her heart rate improved... despite the change in the ventilator to a less powerful one that would allowed us to carry her.

The short story gave me reassurance that Charlene also drank in our love and Jesus's love for her in that 7 hours.

Thank you God, for giving me and my wife so much assurances.

You give and take away; we will choose to say "Blessed be your name!"

The Sacred Search (Dez)

One of my friends asked me a question: "How do I know whether my girlfriend/ boyfriend is the right gal/guy for marriage?"

I tried to shared my experience with him/her. But I didn't think I managed to give him/her a good response.

The question was on my mind for an entire week. I spoke to my wife, and she gave me her inputs as well.

I decided to get the friend a gift. I not sure why, but I know I wanted to get a book for him/her though no title came to my mind.

And there I found the book during the church camp, when the church committee arranged for a Christian bookshop to set up a stall during lunch time. It was not the first book that I saw. I actually picked up a few books, but they didn't look appropriate, and I put them back after looking at the back cover. When I picked up "The Sacred Search", it felt *right*. The back cover wasn't very informative, but the caption at the front page caught my attention.

"What if it's not about who you marry, but why?"
(Note: The caption can be interpreted in the wrong way, and be skipping the issue. But rest assured, the question and answer starts the book at the right footing. It forms the thread of thought that spans across the book.)

I passed the book to my wife to ask for her opinion, and surprisingly, she gave the book a few glances and she nodded her head. She usually has little to say about books, and she is honest enough to give a shrug when she doesn't have any opinions. So to get a resounding yes from her confirms my choice.

So I bought the book, intending to give it to my friend as a present. Not knowing whether he/she is a book person, i decided to browse through the first few chapters of the book, to digest the central theme, so that maybe i can guide him/her through.

I ended up blazing through the book, from cover to cover, within a single night. It's a damn good book! I couldn't put it down and I just have to finish it.

I won't do the book justice by trying to give a review. I recommend all Christian singles/couples to take a read.

It is not that suitable for non-Christians, because the book was written for Christians in mind, and some non-Christians may have difficulty assimilating the points put forth by the book. As someone who has been a non-Christian in a relationship with a Christian, I can understand what some non-Christian may feel. However, I think it has application values even to non-Christians too.

Friends, if you read the book and wants to talk about it, contact me, heheh... I think i will enjoy the discussion. If you want to borrow the book, let me know too (cos I intend to buy another copy for myself! :P)

16 to 19 Jun (Church camp)

We went with YMM to the church camp at Port Dickson, Malaysia.

It was a great camp. We were greatly blessed during the camp. Praise the Lord!

We will consolidate our thoughts for the camp before we blog it.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

The Lift

Just last week, I finished a book "Heaven is for real". The book shared about a boy's testimony of seeing heaven when he was 3.5 years old. Over many conversations for a few years, his parents slowly discovered the things that their son has seen and experienced in heaven.

One of the conversations the boy and his Dad had went like this: 

"Did you have wings?" I (the Dad) asked. 
"Yeah, but mine weren't very big." He looked a little glum when he said this. 
"Okay... did you walk places or did you fly?"
"We flew. Well, all except for Jesus. He was the only one in heaven who didn't have wings. Jesus just went up and down like an elevator." 

The book of Acts flashed into my head, the scene of Jesus' ascension, when Jesus told the disciples that they would be his witnesses, that they would tell people all over the world about him. After he said this, the Scripture says, Jesus "was taken up before their very eyes, and a cloud hid him from their sight. They were looking intently up into the sky as he was going, when suddenly two men dressed in white stood beside them.   "Men of Galilee," they said, "why do you stand here looking into the sky? This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen him go into heaven." 

Jesus went up. And will come down. Without wings. To a kid, that could look like an elevator. 
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This morning, my church friend shared with me about her conversation with her 4-year old daughter. The little girl loved Charlene very much and will sayang Charlene everytime she sees Charlene in church. When her mum was talking to the little girl about heaven, the little girl said that Jesus brought Charlene up to heaven like a lift. The mum 'double-checked' by asking "no wings?", and the little girl insisted there were no wings.

Do you see the amazing similarity in perspective between the boy (in the book) and the girl (my church friend's daughter)?

Elevator = Lift!

I believe that God comforts this 4-year old girl by assuring her that Jesus himself has brought Charlene up to heaven. And when my friend told her daughter that my church friend's mother had passed away, the girl  reminded her mother that they (the deceased) will see Charlene. 

Wow, the child-like faith of a 4-year old.

Thank you Jesus for once again reaffirming us that You brought Charlene up to heaven. 
    

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Love is ....

The other day I was watching a re-run of a drama 再见单人床 (Pillow Talk). There was this particular scene where a few aunties volunteered to cook some dishes for old people in an elderly home. A priest was there and was asking them what they think love is.

Their responses were found in the passage on love in the Bible:

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.Love never fails.  (1 Corinthians 13:4-8, NIV)

The next scene showed the supporting actress (one of the aunties) asking the priest how could anyone achieve all that was mentioned. She said it was impossible. And the priest honestly confessed that it was difficult even though he has memorised the verses since he was 8. But he said that he had a 'formula' to help himself move closer to achieving it. So she asked him how.

And he said 我的事,我开开心心做。别人的事,我不要生气。
(Doing my own things happily and not be affected/angered by others' matters)

The priest went on to give an analogy to explain to the auntie. He asked her if anyone forced her to come and cook for the elderly. And she said no. She came voluntarily and is happy in doing so. So he said that's doing my own things happily.

Then he asked her what if one old man ate her food and disliked it and stopped eating. Who's matter/business is that? And she was slightly agitated and said of course it's my matter. He doesn't like my cooking! I cooked the whole morning and this is how he show his appreciation? The priest said the old man has the right to eat or don't eat the food. It is his choice, his matter. Why should you be angered by what he does? Also, if you expect the old man to eat your food (behave in the way you expect) in return for your cooking, then your love is conditional.

Many times, our love is conditional.

We thank God for giving Charlene to us. Through taking care of Charlene we learnt more of what unconditional love is and can better appreciate God's unconditional love for us.  

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Missing Charlene

I am sure everyone knows how it feels to miss someone, be it a loved one who has passed on or that someone whom we have broken up with.

This feeling of missing will be more intense on some days than others. As I haven't had much appointments this past week, a lot of time was spent at home. And indeed, my friends have the right to worry about me staying too long at home as the things in the house will remind me of Charlene.

I wake up in the morning and see the empty cot - reminds me of Charlene sleeping face.
I see the sterilizer - reminds me of making milk, the first thing I used to do every morning .
I see the blender - reminds me of the fruit juice I blend for Charlene.
I see the slow cooker - reminds me of the porridge that I made for Charlene.
I see the family photograph - reminds me of the times that Charlene smile happily.
I see the baby carrier - reminds me of the times I carry Charlene to school.
I see the stroller - reminds me of Charlene sliding and kicking her way down.
I see the mirror - reminds me of Charlene smiling whenever I ask her "Who is the prettiest of them all?"
I see the sofa - reminds me of sitting with Charlene to play toys or when friends come to visit.
I see my bed - reminds me of Charlene sleeping in prone.
I see the gym mat - reminds me of the rolling and exercises I did with her.
I see her music toys - reminds me of her smile and reactions when she hears the sounds.

But it is not just the things in the house that will remind me of Charlene. I missed her so badly that even when I am out, other things keep reminding me of her.

I board the bus - reminds me of how I carry her up the bus and her different reactions.
I board the mrt - reminds me of the few times Charlene was on the MRT.
I see dragonfruit and kiwi - reminds me of the fruits I always feed her.
I go past shops selling baby stuff - reminds me that I can no longer buy her things
I go to church - reminds me of how she smile happily during worship
I go to cell group - reminds me of where she lies on the sofa
I come back home - reminds me that I can no longer call out "Charlene, Mummy is back!"

There are so many things I can no longer say.
"Charlene is the prettiest", "Charlene is the cleverest", "Charlene is the cutest"
"Charlene is a good girl", "Jesus loves Charlene", "Daddy, Mummy loves Charlene"
"Good afternoon", "Is your name Charlene?", "Do you want to play with drum?", "Cmon Charlene, roll here", "Lift up your head, Charlene"
"Smile Charlene", "Wait a while, Mummy making milk", "Daddy is back", "Mummy go teach Joshua kor kor tuition, come back later", "Good night, Charlene" ......................

There are so many things I can no longer do.
I can no longer carry Charlene. No longer mess up her hair. No longer grab her little hands. No longer kiss her forehead. No longer smell her. No longer teach her to kick. No longer wear clothes for her. No longer change diapers for her.

I now fully understand what it means to miss someone.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Tragedy, Despair... and Hope (Dez)

After Charlene was born, I (Dez) became more sensitive to tragedy news. Maybe because I become more empathetic, so tragedy news often hit me harder and leave me with deeper impression. Hence I can remember the details of the news better.

Tragedy
One tragedy was about a groom who fell to his death due to a freak accident after his wedding banquet. The bride was inside the hotel room, presumably bathing when the groom went out to the stairways to take a smoke. Unable to get in through the same door as it was a 1-way door, he went up and down the stairs, trying to find a way out... and due to a series of events, ended up on a rooftop, and fell to his death.

I can't imagine the amount of pain and guilt the bride would have. For Charlene, even when the doctors told us that its likely not our fault, we still blame ourselves sometimes for her condition and her passing away. The bride must have wondered whether she could have prevented the terrible accident.

The bride jumped to her death 8 months later. Previous reports have noted that she would go to the temple to pray in front of the groom niche every day for a few months.

Despair
Another recent tragedy was the case of a single mother pushing her son down to his death. I gathered from various sources that 1) the mum is unemployed and taking care of the son full-time, 2) the family sole-breadwinner is the grandmother with a family income of around $1000 3) the son has liver problems and is studying in a special school 4) though the son is aged 9, his cognitive age is about 4.

A nearby shopkeeper said that the mum would always buy sweets and ice-cream for the son to eat; he never expected such things to happen.

I was under the impression that the mum was crying "I killed him" when the police arrested her. To me, that indicated that it was not pre-mediated but likely an act of impulse.

I can imagine the mum's tremendous physical and mental stress in taking care of a special needs kid for 9 years, all by yourself. Add on the pressure of financial burden and the likely 'hopelessness' (based on societal norms) of his son's condition... such conditions can break anyone, given time.

Though the mum committed a terrible act, I would not point a finger, blame her and add on to her burden.

I don't know what the mum is thinking about now... I also don't know how the grandmother can cope with the death of her grandson and the arrest of her own daughter.

Though it pains my heart to see their family suffering... i not sure what i can do. One thing i learnt through Charlene's life is that it can be difficult for a grieving person to accept a help from random stranger...

Hope
I don't profess to know whether anything can be done to help those families. I will be a fool to say that I know the remedy to their troubles.

Each family troubles are unique. Charlene mummy and I have met so many families with special-needs kids of varying severity. While some kids condition may be better than others, it does not mean that the family have it easier than others. No, misery and pain cannot be quantified.

What I can share is the cornerstone of my strength... the strength that lifts me through difficult times, shelter me through the storms and give me hope in the darkest of night.

Jesus Christ is that cornerstone.

Believing in Jesus Christ means I believe that He loves me and He has a purpose for me. Having been a non-Christian, I know it can be incredulous to those who has not/ do not believe in Christ. But my personal experience tells me that when I put my troubles on to Him, my burden is lifted. Also, my faith in a higher purpose helps me to grind my teeth and stick through tough times, bec I know that the suffering can be put into use for a higher purpose.

Sometimes I think that if I'm an atheist going through difficult, persistent suffering, I may have just ended it all. If the meaning of life is to enjoy myself, then a life full of suffering is not worth living...

Our church also helps to support us through difficult times. The unwavering support and the weekly church service and cell groups makes it easier for me to ask them for help. Especially because they see Charlene on a weekly basis, so Charlene was very much comfortable with them.

Don't get me wrong. While I hope that many people come to know Jesus Christ, I will not "stuff" the Bible down the throat of someone's who is suffering, expecting him/ her to be miraculously saved just because he/she said the sinner's prayer. I do not think that God is our genie who grants us wishes; He has his plans and his purpose and that may be different from our own earthly expectations. When I entrusted my life to the Lord, I specifically told Him that I am not turning to Him for the healing of Charlene.

Again I re-emphasise, I am sharing the story about the source of my strength. If someone seek God's only for earthly gains or relief, he may be mistaken. But God definitely promise us something, something which I have experienced.

"For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through endurance and the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope."  - Romans 15:4.
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May God bless the families who are suffering and heavy-laden with relief and hope. Lord, may you send people to help them, to console them, to give them respite and to give them hope to continue living. Amen.

Monday, June 3, 2013

Charlene's perseverance

You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what He has promised. (Hebrews 10:36)

We believed that Charlene persevered for her 3.5 years on Earth and did the will of God and received her eternal reward.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Volunteering in the Zoo

A friend asked us to join her to be a volunteer to bring some special needs children to the zoo. The youngest is around 8, majority are above 13. Their conditions vary widely in severity ranging from Down Syndrome to mild autism.

The two children assigned to us seem very normal from their physical appearance. They can function independently on their own; can eat, can talk, can walk and run. But after spending the day with them in the zoo, we know they also have their own deficiencies.  One seems to have memory retention issue - she forget Dez's name more than once. She will repeat the same story many times, forgetting that she had already told us. The other will seem extremely rude to someone who has just known her. She will interrupt a conversation and say her own things, ignoring the other kid. She is also very demanding and physical in her play; she kept punching Dez in his tummy and do all kinds of pushing and shoving. The two lack patience and cannot seem to wait.

They look normal (from their looks) yet they will probably have great difficulties fitting into society. Their family also will feel the stress of caring for these kids as society will not understand and will put labels on them. I can so imagine relatives or passer-bys saying insensitive remarks like "Why is your child's memory so bad?", "Why is your child so stupid?", "Why is your child so rude? No manners."

I also cannot imagine how these children are feeling about themselves. Their self-esteem may be affected. How can we help these children?  The society in general must become more gracious, tolerant, empathetic and sensitive towards people who are different. But I don't know what I can do to spark the change in our society...


Saturday, June 1, 2013

Visiting Charlene's friends

Charlene - the connection to the special needs family
Thank God for blessing us with Charlene. To be honest, it is only when we had Charlene that we can understand and empathize with the other special needs children and family. While I do not belong to the superstitious irrational people who will view these children as bad luck and order their children or grandchildren to get far away, I more of belong to the group who will just watch with curiosity, not knowing what can be done to help these children and their families. 
  
Respite
Because of Charlene, Dez and I got to know many special children of varying conditions. One thing I have always struggled with is the lack of respite in our 3.5 years with Charlene. We could leave Charlene with her grandparents or our church friends who volunteered. But we don't feel safe leaving her with them especially if  milk feeding is involved. Charlene can vomit anytime and we are worried that the people we leave her with will not be able to handle that. The image of her vomiting on that night (after which she ended up in the hospital and eventually passed away) still invoke feelings of guilt in me.  

Helping Others
So because of the lack of respite myself, I want to be able to help other special mummies so that they can take a mental break. I am very thankful to God that I was able to visit a few of Charlene's special friends this week. I played with one, bottle-fed a second and did some facial massages on the third. I hope I have helped their mummies in some way or another. Contrary to what some may think, seeing these children (smile, cry, move) brought me comfort as I know that what I am doing is meaningful. I am also thankful to God that I am able to draw strength and joy from serving these children.  

Also, some of these mummies have been through much more than I do and yet their faith in God remains so strong. I feel so encouraged by their faith.