TAKING THINGS ONE DAY AT A TIME
WOMAN'S OWN|July 27, 2021
When Detola Amure, 41, suddenly lost her seven-month-old baby, she thought that she’d never feel joy again
KARA O'NEILL
TAKING THINGS ONE DAY AT A TIME

When my son Morakinyo Caleb, MoraC for short, and his twin sister Moradeyo Grace, or MoraD, were born in May 2018, I truly felt blessed. Their older sister Moyo was then eight, and my son Mojola, five. MoraC was diagnosed with Down’s syndrome a day after his birth and, while he did experience some minor health problems in the months that followed, otherwise he was healthy and happy. A peaceful baby, MoraC loved cuddles and was always full of smiles.

Then, in December 2018, when he was seven months old, I noticed MoraC seemed short of breath. My husband Tunjin and I, took him straight to A&E. But he seemed to make a slight recovery and we were told that we could take him home and just keep a close eye on him.

A week later, after getting home from church, I put MoraC down for a nap. When I went to check on him an hour later, he seemed strangely still, and when I tried to wake him, he still didn’t move. Panicked, I screamed for Tunjin, and as he called an ambulance, I tried in vain to resuscitate my baby. But there was nothing that could be done. MoraC was pronounced dead at hospital a few hours later. And in that moment, my world changed forever.

CHRISTMAS DAY 2018

Looking back, Christmas Day is a blur to me. We certainly didn’t celebrate with a big turkey dinner or spend hours opening presents. MoraC’s gifts remained in the back of my wardrobe, untouched. It was all I could do just to get out of bed.

هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة July 27, 2021 من WOMAN'S OWN.

ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.

هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة July 27, 2021 من WOMAN'S OWN.

ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.