Friday, August 15, 2014

a lone poppy

This morning, a friend whose children died from the same syndrome as my Andrew told me another mum who was expecting her baby had hers, and the baby didn't make it.

She had to go to another hospital to wait for her due date. I remember I was admitted to the antenatal ward for another issue. I was among other pregnant mothers who were laughing gayly, and I didn't know why I was there.

When I delivered Andrew, and he was rushed to NICU, and I was sent to a normal ward. It was hell seeing other mums and their babies. I was like the lone poppy among the other happy flowers.

I hope my friend would be given a private room to grieve.

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