Three women from three vastly different countries and cultures reveal their shared fears and hopes of motherhood as well as the impact of the Child Survival Program.Continue Reading ›
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Vanitha heard a familiar song in a nearby house across the street. Alone in her own home, the aching mother was looking at her child breathing, slowly and with great difficulty. Barely fifteen years old, Vanitha had struggled for months to keep her HIV-infected child alive with local medicines. She had nightmares about this day. Her child was dying right in front of her eyes on her lap.
When I was a teenager, my mom and I used to go shopping on Black Friday. Well … she would shop. I would usually end up sprawled on the sidewalk in front of the mall, reading a book and waiting for her to finish buying gifts for our family. It should be noted, though, that my mom didn’t necessarily enjoy these dawn excursions with a whiny teen. She did it because she loved us, and she wanted Christmas to be special. Our family wasn’t wealthy, and she saved all year to buy those gifts — to demonstrate in a tangible way that she knew us, knew what we liked. And that she loved us. And even the malls couldn’t interfere with that mother’s heart.
Children registered in our program in Peru are taught good health practices according to age group as well as location.
Desperate, tired and unsure of her future, Norma walked helplessly towards home. She was sad and angry and at four months pregnant considered having an abortion.
The cardiologist confirmed Estheysi’s heart murmur. He then informed Lizeth that her daughter needed surgery by the end of the month.
One family was close to divorce because of the burden of a child. After joining the Child Survival Program, they are now positive examples to other mothers and fathers in their community.
From the Karen tribe, Somporn and his wife Sopak dreamed of having a big family. They planned to spend many sweet long years together, until they grew old. They did not imagine that “’till death do us part” would come so quickly.
Sujon decided never to see his daughter’s face. Ignorance, superstition and the effects of a dowry system had hardened his heart. Somapti had a father, but she was virtually fatherless.