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How I Wish

How I wish ,I was going to collect Baby J's birth certifcate. That queue opposite  NSSF building was so busy with many women carrying their babies and husbands stating their wives were in hospital with their babies and were applying for birth certificates I had both the birth notification which you get in hospital to use to apply for birth certificate. I also had the burial permit which you use to apply for the death certificate. Someone needs to remind me why you need a death certificate for your baby again?.

But even at the customer service table it felt so lonely, my form was yellow while everybody else was different. I filled it and asked which counter I should go to and the guy said counter 7. Counter 6 was next to my counter and was so busy..counter 7 the attendant had even walked away and I and another gentleman who joined me later stood there for a while with our death certificate application forms..Life is so ironical..Finally got assisted and I was told to go back on Thursday to pick it.

Well, everything about that form was just not right. It said attached identification card for the deceased, it asked for occupation of the deceased, age of deceased.You can imagine on my form I wrote 3 weeks, not applicable for occupation and ID attachment. Lord you really had to take my Jaden at 3 weeks? How I wish it was a birth certificate , but that is what remains just a wish..

After that, I slowly  walked back to work.

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waitingarms said…
Continuing to pray for your family. I am trying to put together an email on pain and suffering, but the words are not coming easy. Praying for the right words, not words to make things better since no words can make the tragedy of a mother losing her child better, but words that you can cling to in the dark moments when you are filled with despair and cippling grief. Know that Jesus sees your pain and grieves alongside you.
Hey, thanks for continuously and genuinely praying for my family. We appreciate. There maybe no words of comfort but those prayers go along way in helping us face each day.

I always say, on 10th November, as I watch the doctors and nurses try and resuscitate baby J, I pleaded with God for my son so much. And when he didn't make it, I did not curse God, I just told Him that I shall cling to Him even in this unfamiliar and painful path.

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