Monday, 8 September 2025

“This project is about hard work that is healing all different kinds of trauma & coming home to our young selves & creating safety in our own lives, which is a lifelong process & a daily exercise. If you’re on that journey, please continue onward because I promise there are brighter days ahead.” — Ariana Grande accepting her ‘Video of the Year’ award at the #VMAs 

“This project is about hard work that is healing all different kinds of trauma & coming home to our young selves & creating safety in our own lives, which is a lifelong process & a daily exercise. If you’re on that journey, please continue onward because I promise there are brighter days ahead.” — Ariana Grande accepting her ‘Video of the Year’ award at the #VMAs 
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"She failed the test," someone said, too loud to be private, too soft to challenge. I was lying in the maternity ward of a public hospital, my baby still in the newborn unit. My body ached, my emotions raw from labour, and yet those four words cut deeper than any contraction. Failed what test? A nurse passed by without meeting my eyes. Another one whispered to her colleague, glancing in my direction. My stomach tightened. Something was wrong, and nobody wanted to tell me. Hours earlier, I had delivered a healthy baby girl after twelve hours of labour. I thought the most challenging part was over. I was wrong. Now, as the ward lights flickered above me, the same nurse who had congratulated me earlier stood next to my bed. Her tone had changed. "Ma, you will not room-in with your baby yet," she said. My heart skipped. "Why? Is she alright?" "She is fine. But we need to confirm something first." "What thing?" I asked. "Your test results," she said quietly, closing the file. Minutes later, my husband arrived. I told him what had happened. His smile faded. We went to the nurses' station together. They exchanged uneasy glances. Finally, one said, "A child-protection office has to clear you first." I felt my chest tighten. "Clear me? For what?" The nurse lowered her voice. "It's about your screening, Ma. They said you tested positive…"

"She failed the test," someone said, too loud to be private, too soft to challenge. I was lying in the maternity ward of a pub...