Break my heart.
Oh Dear Lord.
Break my heart.
This isn't a baby.
This isn't a six month old despite the fact that he is the size of a six month old.
He's not one.
He's not two.
This is a three year old little boy.
He's starving to death.
Please please read what a family wrote about him....
May 2012. There was a stroller outside with the rest of the babies. I walked over and peaked inside. And that's when it happened, that's when I met him. His bare arms and legs were stick thin. He was two years old at the time but no where close to the size of a two year old. His skin was soft as paper. His breathing was fast and raspy. I leaned over and said hello, softly rubbing his leg. He got worked up and started making grunting sounds with his mouth and moving his arms a little. It was impossible to tell if he was starting to laugh or cry. The nannies started glancing our way because of the commotion so I quickly blew him a kiss and moved away. His stroller was pushed to the side and he was clearly not one of the favorite children there.
Oh Dear Lord Break My Heart!
Just a few weeks ago another family saw him. This is what they said about him...
"He is only getting maybe an ounce or two of formula by NG tube every feeding. He is aspirating really bad. He needs a G tube. He is the size of a 6 month old."
Is there anyone out there who would be willing to rescue this precious little boy? He is three years old and is scheduled to be transferred NEXT YEAR. He will not survive. He just will not survive.
Please Lord - BREAK OUR HEARTS!!!!