I walk past women rocking their prams and chatting with each other with their new born babies at the chemist, carefully looking to buy what’s best for their baby. I stand by and watch, I am waiting to get a statutory declaration form signed by the pharmacist for my child whom I just buried, I hold back tears and the erge to run away and hide.

Someone told me recently I don’t look broken, of which I haven’t been able to stop thinking about, well for you my friend, never ever assume or mistake a strong face and front from the tears and the shredding of a broken heart everyday that people suffer underneath. Walking away and crying like a 2 year old is something done in private.

I watch other people going about their lives without them knowing what could lay in front of them, and I think if only they knew what I did yesterday, but this is kept a secret because, these new mums are at the start of a journey, whilst I’m laying rest one of mine. 💖💖