Well, I think I would describe today as being exhausting and bitter sweet.
The 'sweet' part is that our little man - Alfie - is back home with us at the Baby Home. It is SUCH a relief not to have to be at the hospital any more for a while - these last 12 days have been totally exhausting for Meghan and I and of coutse for Alfie too. We are delighted to have him home with us.
The 'bitter' part is that we are not sure quite how much of 'Alfie' has really come home? He is certainly not the same happy, energetic, loving and charasmatic little boy he was just 13 days ago?
We are hoping that he is just exhausted and that his anti-seizure medication is making him drowsy - but it has been 12 days now and Alfie is just not himself. At all.
He is no longer able to speak, chew, sit for more than a few minutes, stand up or walk, and he does not respond to anything or anyone.
He very occasionally smiles but it does not seem to be in response to anything specific?
When I asked the Doctors if Alfie was permemantly brain damaged, or if he would slowly get back to normal - they used the words 'Miralces happen' and 'Never say never where the brain is concerned'.....I was hoping for more of a guarentee that my little boy would be fine in a few days but I guess no one can make those sorts of promises?
Both Meghan and I shed tears as we drove Alfie home from the hospital - and again when we gave the staff some training on how to care for him and what to do if he has a seizure. It was like we were bringing home a new child? It was never meant to be this way?
Only time will tell how much of 'Alfie' we will get back. It is a very hard thing to come to terms with and something I had never even contemplated as a possibility this time last week.
I guess no one knows what is in store for them in life and none of us can predict what our lives, or the lives of those we care for, will turn out like?
What I do know - is that IF Alfie is able to get better - he will. Because I, Meghan, my Volunteers and Staff will do everything we possibly can to get our little boy back to his old self again.
I do need to say a few thank yous. A HUGE thank you to one of my staff - Selina - who has worked night shifts at the hospital with Alfie for 12 days straight - you are fabulous!
Also of course to Meghan who has spent the best part of every single day with Alfie in hospital. Meghan has kept me sane these last few days and I honestly do not know what I would have done without her. Thank you so much Mehgan!
I also need to say a HUGE thank you to Rob and Liz Peck (a Doctor and Nurse friend of mine here in Mwanza) who I truly believe saved Alfie's life last week. Without them - I do not know how we would all have got through this. Rob - I am sorry for all the text messages and questions I kept firing at you and I am SO greatful for your compassion, knowledge and honesty. Thank you so much.
And one final thank you to EVERYONE (Past Volunteers, Future Volunteers, Volunteers Mum's and Friends and Neighbours, Doctors, Nurses, Neurologists....the list goes on) Thank you to each and every one of you who emailed, called or sent text messages to try to help us to diagnose and treat Alfie. We REALLY appreciate it. I am sorry but I will not be able to email you all individually to thank you as I honestly have over 100 emails with advise and kind words about Alfie....and if I have free time in the next few weeks - it will be spent with Alfie, not emailing.
But THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH from the bottom of my heart.
It is only in an emergency when you truly realise the 'limitations' of living somewhere like Tanzania and it is an exceptionally hard lesson to learn that a life may not be 'saved' because of a lack of money or equipment or expertise or often, even, a lack of sense of urgency.
I love Mwanza. I love Tanzania. I love Africa. But at times like these I wish that our Western Hospitals and Education could be used more to save the lives of desperate people out here.
I do not think I will ever condone a complaint about the NHS again!