JOY

Recently a little girl came to us abandoned at a local landmark, she was scared, wouldn’t take milk or solids, and began to loose weight quickly. She wanted to sleep all the time and seemed to have little desire to fight for herself.
Nicole and Annie recommended carrying her for a few days to see if that helped… so for 3-4 days I carried her in a pouch everywhere I went at work, and even a few times when I went out.
It was so much fun, that I probably got more out of it than she did.
She was running high temperatures, and we were worries she had TB, but after a few trips to the doctor, and some cold medication, she’s picked up and doing well.
She’s started smiling, taking milk and even a few mouthfuls of solids.

I’ve stopped carrying her (as much) but I miss her cuddles and now the nannies call me Joy’s Mummy when they can’t remember my name (They call me Freaky when they can remember my name because that is how they pronounce Flick…)

This is Joy looking very happy...