A child in charge of `6 babies' http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/chitribts/20050906/ts_chicagotrib/achildinchargeof6babies In the chaos that was Causeway Boulevard, this group of refugees stood out: a 6-year-old boy walking down the road, holding a 5-month-old, surrounded by five toddlers who followed him around as if he were their leader. They were holding hands. Three of the children were about 2, and one was wearing only diapers. A 3-year-old girl, who wore colorful barrettes on the ends of her braids, had her 14-month-old brother in tow. The 6-year-old spoke for all of them, and he told rescuers his name was Deamonte Love. Thousands of human stories have flown past relief workers in the last week, but few have touched them as much as the seven children who were found wandering together Thursday at an evacuation point in downtown New Orleans. In the Baton Rouge headquarters of the rescue operation, paramedics tried to coax their names out of them; nurses who examined them stayed up that night, brooding. Transporting the children alone was "the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, knowing that their parents are either dead" or that they had been abandoned, said Pat Coveney, a Houston emergency medical technician who put them into the back of his ambulance and drove them out of New Orleans. "It goes back to the same thing," he said. "How did a 6-year-old end up being in charge of six babies?" Children reported missing So far, parents displaced by flooding have reported 220 children missing, but that number is expected to rise, said Mike Kenner of the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children, which will help reunite families. "When my kids were little I used to lose them in Target, so it's not hard for me to believe," said Nanette White, press secretary for the Louisiana Department of Social Services. "Sometimes little kids just wander off. They're there one second and you blink and they're gone." At the rescue headquarters, Deamonte volunteered his vital statistics. He said his father was tall and his mother was short. He gave his address, his phone number and the name of his elementary school. He said the 5-month-old was his brother, Darynael, and that two others were his cousins, Tyreek and Zoria. The other three lived in his apartment building. The children were clean and healthy--downright plump in the case of the infant, said Joyce Miller, a nurse who examined them. It was clear, she said, that "time had been taken with those kids." All evening Thursday, volunteer Ron Haynes carried one of the 2-year-old girls back and forth, playing with her until she was calm enough to eat dinner. "This baby child was terrified," he said. "After she relaxed, it was gobble, gobble, gobble." Late the same night, they got an encouraging report: A woman in a shelter in Thibodaux, about 45 miles west of New Orleans, was searching for seven children. People in the building started clapping at the news. But when they got the mother on the phone, it became clear that she was looking for a different group, said Sharon Howard, assistant secretary of the office of public health. "What that made me understand was that this was happening across the state," she said. "That kind of frightened me." The children were transferred to a shelter operated by the Department of Social Services, with rooms full of toys and cribs where mentors from the Big Buddy Program were on hand day and night. For the next two days, the staff did detective work. One of the 2-year-olds steadfastly refused to say her name until a worker took her picture with a digital camera and showed it to her. The little girl pointed at it and cried out, "Gabby!" One of the boys had a G printed on his T-shirt when he arrived; when volunteers started calling him G, they noticed that he responded. Deamonte began to give more details to Derrick Robertson, a 27-year-old Big Buddy mentor: How he saw his mother cry when he was loaded onto the helicopter. How he promised her he would take care of his little brother. Late Saturday, they found Deamonte's mother, who was in a shelter in San Antonio along with the four mothers of the other five children. Catrina Williams, 26, saw her children's pictures on a Web site set up over the weekend by the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children. By Sunday, a private plane from Angel Flight waited to take the children to Texas. In a phone interview, Williams said she is the kind of mother who doesn't let her children out of her sight. What happened, she said, was that her family, trapped in a New Orleans apartment building, began to feel desperate. Wrenching moment The water wasn't going down, and they had been living without light, food or air conditioning for four days. The baby needed milk and the milk was gone. So she decided they would evacuate by helicopter. When a helicopter arrived, they were told to send the children first and that the helicopter would be back in 25 minutes. It was a wrenching moment. Williams' father, Adrian Love, told her to send the children ahead. "I told them to go ahead and give them up, because me, I would give my life for my kids. They should feel the same way," said Love, 48. The helicopter didn't come back. While the children were transported to Baton Rouge, their parents wound up in Texas. Days passed without contact. On Sunday, Williams was elated. "All I know is I just want to see my kids," she said. "Everything else will just fall into place." At 3 p.m. Sunday, social workers said goodbye to the children who now had names: Deamonte Love; Darynael Love; Zoria Love and her brother Tyreek. The girl who cried "Gabby!" was Gabrielle Janae Alexander. The girl they called Peanut was Degahney Carter. And the boy whom they called G was actually Lee--Leewood Moore Jr. The children were strapped into car seats and driven to an airport for the flight to San Antonio to rejoin their parents. Deamonte was hanging on to Robertson's neck so desperately that Robertson decided, at the last minute, to ride with him as far as Lafayette. Robertson said he doubted the children would remember much of the evacuation, or the smell of the flooded city. "I think what's going to stick with them is that they survived Hurricane Katrina," he said. "And that they were loved."
After reading that I can only say... Here's to Moms, Dads, stronger-than-dirt six year olds, and good-hearted people. Thanks to Creator for putting them together. Thanks, dilli.
I was so uptight and stressed reading that and I am SOOOOOOO very glad that they found everybodies families ok....I think I have to go have a rest after the stress of that! :&
oh wow....that poor six-year-old! And the poor mommas and daddies! Those babies probably won't remember this, but I'm sure that the 6 year old will! He should be given a reward for being such a good big brother/cousin/friend...so responsible...
Wow, what a story. What strength this little boy had. I am glad the children were reunited with their parents. I have heard more stories of babies "running out of milk." Sigh, that is ONE tragedy that could have easily been prevented. Even a dehydrated mama can breastfeed (I've done it myself. Not in this type of situation, of course, but so many babies could have been saved near starvation if only they had been breastfed. It is SO sad.)
it's so heartbreaking the situation, that i can't even pay any attention to it. i'm already weepy, and the kids always get me. i'm such a softy for the kids. bless his sweet heart.
The situation is so crazy. There is a lot of money donated so far to the cause. I just can't get over how many people must have died or are still lost/misplaced from their famalies. I know where I live they are talking about taking 300 families and housing them here for a few months in an airforce base while they get on their feet...I already know the homeless situation around here I can't imagine bringing 300 more. Not that it bothers me it's just so overwhelming to think that many people are now without homes and jobs. And the cost of rebuilding.......wow! It jsut makes me think that one day I'll have ocean front property here in Sacramento and it's a lil freaky.
