What is Your Name?

The question I am asked at least once a week, "What is your name?" The answer is Kari (pronounced like carry). With a ward full of children the response back is never the same. One such conversation started weeks ago with a teenage girl name Glore. She is one of our plastic patients being treated for a burn contracture. Because of the site of her contractures she has to wear an airplane splint. Imagine you are holding your arms out pretending your an airplane. Yep, that's what it looks like. Glore is 100% teenager complete with attitude and eye rolls. Needless to say I have to remind her at least once a shift to put her splint on. Glore and her gang of little minions (complete with a little boy named Mignon) definitely made our evening shifts interesting. There was a night where we weren't sure we wouldn't leave the ward for fear of a mutiny. They were going to take over! She is the reason for my insanity some nights but I love her so much. Why? Beneath all that drama there is a girl who loves so deeply and wants to learn so much. She sits beside me sometimes and just asks how to say things is English. Hair, earring and glasses are her favorite words to try to recite. In the process she is teaching me a small amount of French. I now know how to say "lay down" in French, which has come in very handy with the rambunctious little ones. She has also taught all of the other children how to pronounce my name ... I am now officially Kiwi. I wanted to share some photos of the people who call me Kiwi.


Jennica with two of our favorite girls!

Beautiful Glore with one of our nurses Betsy

As you can see lots of fun and energy!



Meet Graci ... she is adorable and has the most infectious laugh! She loves to give kisses and hold your face.

Don't let those dimples fool you, he is adorable and he knows it. He gets away with alot because of it!