Some days are hard at Forever Angels. Some days are tiring. Some days seem to be a constant struggle. Some days are emotionally draining. A few days are fun, fun, fun.
Some are simply heartbreaking and today was sadly one of those days.
I am sure many of you remember Pascal? He was Forever Angels' 4th child - our first actual baby to come to the Baby Home (he was just 9 days old). His Mum had sadly died in childbirth and his Dad was just 19 years old and unable to cope.
Love at first sight - Me and Pascal...
I know we are not allowed to have favourites - but he was and always has been, one of my favourites. He is exactly the same age as my daughter Molly and they LOVED eachother. Because we only had a few children at the Baby Home back then, Pascal spent many a day at my house, playing with Molly.
My daugher Molly and Pascal - always so cute together.
Pascal's Father came to visit him regularly at the Baby Home and he always talked of taking Pascal home when he found a new wife to help care for him. As the months passed, he remarried and decided he was ready to take Pascal home.
A week before his second birthday Pascal went home to live with his Dad and Step-Mum.
I was obviously delighted that this family was reunified - but also devestated to say 'goodbye' to my little man. I adored him!
Pascal the week he left Forever Angels aged 2.
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Pascal (wearing the red checked shirt) at home with his family.
I have kept in regular contact with Pascal and his family - initially visiting every 2 months, and then every 3 or 4 months. I have always been happy with the way he is being cared for and although quiet, he has always seemed happy when I have visited.
Oh, how things can change.
I have not visited Pascal now for about 6 months but this week I received a phone call from his Dad. He was desperate and asked me to come to visit Pascal who he said was very sick. Today, Josephine, Meghan, Zoe and I went to visit him.
Pascal is now 3 and a half years old. When we arrived at his house, he was sat outside on a step and I did not recognise him at all.
In just 6 months, this little boy has gone from being healthy and happy and well cared for - to being desperately sick because of severe neglect.
Pascal is severely malnourished with an enormous stomach and suffering from Kwashiorkor.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KwashiorkorHe is barely able to walk and his once beautiful afro hair is now grey and very malnourished. He has mouth ulcers and numerous scars and a permenantly sad look now adorns his once sparkling face.
Pascal's Step-mum is abusing and neglecting him. According to his Father and the neighbours, at the age of three, Pascal is left alone all day, every day from 7am to 7pm. He is rarely given food and he is beaten daily. This little boy is a shell of the boy I once loved and cared for.
After a long conversation, his Father asked me to take Pascal back to Forever Angels for a few months to keep him safe and get him away from his Step-Mum while he leaves her, moves house and starts a new life.
You may ask why Pascal's Father has allowed his wife to treat Pascal this way - I am asking that too - but all sorts of cultural issues come into play. I guess I should just be greatful that he asked for help for his son now before it is too late.
We went to Social Welfare, but of course on a Friday, it is hard to find anyone working! We were told by a Secretary what I thought they would say....come back on Monday. I was unable to send Pascal back to a home where I knew he would be starved and beaten again and his Father begged me not to. I was also unable to bring him to Forever Angels as we are only really allowed to admit children referred by Social Welfare.
So - I have a house guest for the weekend. (Actually - he is sleeping at my sister Zoe's house tonight as she has fallen in love with him!)
It breaks my heart to see Pascal this way. He was a happy, loving, charismatic toddler - healthy and energetic. Now he struggles to walk (through pain or lack of energy?) and I have not yet seen the sad expression leave his beautiful face.
On Monday, I will return to Social Welfare with him and try to get him re-admitted to the Baby Home in the hope that this will give his Father chance to leave his wife and start a new life elsewhere for him and Pascal....I just hope Social Welfare agree to us helping this little boy again because I am in no doubt that if we do not, he will soon die.
In the meantime, I hope that Social Welfare will report Pascal's Mum to the Police and have her charged with child abuse. That is what she deserves....although I am not sure where that leaves her own baby daughter who she does love and care for well?
As I said at the beginning - some days are heartbreaking and this was one of them.
I can not look at this little boy without tears welling up in my eyes and I can not even begin to comprehend the torment and abuse and torture he has faced in the last 6 months of his little life. Sometimes, even when we think we are doing what is best for these wonderful children - we are still somehow failing them.
Tonight, Pascal went to bed with a full stomach and a hug and a kiss....I just hope we can ensure this is what he will receive every night from now on. My beautiful little man at least deserves that?