We had a little boy come in the other day, a cute little 9 month old. His dad brought him in as a walk-in with a gash on his forehead, bleeding into his eye, sobbing. We immediately redirected them to the emergency room, and as he left, we waved and said bye, as we usually do. The child immediately, in the middle of the sobbing, waved his chubby hand and said “bye!” through his tears. There’s very little quite so endearing.
We travelled to a place called Chittalapakkam today, where we discussed nutrition first with very small children and then with their mothers. We met in a balwadi or creche. We discussed the importance of fruits and vegetables, drinking milk, and washing hands. After this, we went to someone’s home, which was really a hut, and made high-nutritionrotis (indian flatbread) out of wheat flour and gram flour, carrots, spinach, and other vegetables. They were made with minimal oil and and not fried. We took these back to the balwadi, distributed them to the children, and discussed them with the mothers.