Amohelang

I don't know how to say this.

I don't know how to say that one of our babies died last night.

I don't know what to think or feel.

The death of a baby is hard to comprehend.

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Amohelang.

Only four months old.

I don't know exactly what combination of malnutrition, tuberculosis or HIV complications lead to her death.

I don't know how to describe the cloud this has left over TTL...the death of another child from mostly  preventable circumstances.

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At two in the morning I was awoken by our night guard rapping on my door.

A baby had died suddenly, he told me.

We drove her little body to the hospital.

It seemed as if she was just in a deep sleep.

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While there are many things I don't understand about Amohelang's death, I do know this tragic loss has revealed many things...

I do know that the bo'me provided her with the best care possible in the time she was at the safe-home.

I do know the bo'me go on loving the rest of the babies who still need their love.

I do know Amohelang's death reaffirms our comittment to the work we do.

I do know Amohelang will be remembered for her sweet smile and the fight in her little heart that carried her through her four months of life.