We visited Juba’s hospital today. I’ve been pretty strong to date and have managed to control my, normally out of control, emotions. But a sick baby girl touched my heart and control went out the window …

We were taken to a ward occupied by babies with Malaria, chest infections and malnutrition. There was a lady in the corner with her daughter who was sleeping on the bed. The baby girl was gasping little breathes – she had a very bad chest infection. I went over to them and took a photo and some footage of her (below). The mother then tried to tell me something but she didn’t speak any English – I think she was talking about being a mother. I looked down and the baby girl was holding my finger so tight, staring at me with her brown eyes – reminded me of my son, Elijah, when he was a baby. I held the mother’s hand and thanked her, and then left because I didn’t want to get upset in front of her. Took me some time to compose myself. Bryan says I’m very soft and that’s a good thing :-/ but I wish I was stronger.

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