Tami

Tami

The name that evokes so much love and all of my heartbreak at the same time.

My first baby... I was in total awe of you. Watching you grow was my heart's greatest joy. I would always watch and think: I can't believe I gave birth to you. 

And then, I lost you 😭..... I remember that horrible night, after being so happy because we were given good news that you were finally getting better. The doctors said they were optimistic. I didn't want to skip but I was happy. I saw you sleeping and breathing peacefully. I believed them. I came in and prayed as was usual, I cracked jokes with you as was usual too..... I remember telling you that I will bring Tofe and Oko to see you naked so you had better wake up on time if you didn't want them to see you like that...

I wasn't given any time to prepare Tami... Even though NOTHING could have prepared me..... My pride and joy; my peace and calm; my baby that could check me immediately, mummy's little helper, my princess that remembered to hangout with her mummy every day.... My heart is so broken.... God I thought that when You gave gifts, You didn't take them back.... What a horrid way to show me that You actually did...

6th of May 2022... The worst day of my life!

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