On Thursday I left Haiti on a scheduled 2 week leave. It didn’t feel right. I know I need the break but I don’t think I need it more than they need me to be there.
Beanka is still in the hospital, she is still really sick and she will probably still die. But I am not there for when she does.
On Wednesday, 5 other children were sick enough that they needed to be constantly monitored in my room. When I put them to bed that night I knew there was a chance that they would need me to take care of them this week, and I will not be there.
And then on Friday morning I woke up to the news that we have been dreading. Cholera had hit. And I wasn’t there…
The idea of returning to The States is great on those days when Haiti gets really hard but actually leaving really sucks. There are moments when I cling to the date where I will get a break but no hot shower, full meal or comfortable bed can replace the goodnight kisses, sweet baby faces and pure joy that I have when I am at home.
To be honest, I would jump on a plane tomorrow and go back to them if I were given the chance. 2 days down and only 13 to go. I really miss them!