Life can be cruel at times. It can bring so much joy, yet all that can disappear in a flash. Joy turns into sadness and laughter into tears. The courage we'd mastered becomes fear, fear of the unknown and the reality in which we are in. This is what Gertrude Mungai felt on 6th September 2014. This is a day she'd want to forget. A day she'd want to put in a jar strong enough no one could break into. But no matter how much she tries, no matter how much she prays, losing a child is something no one can forget.

"That night the pain was unbearable; I took pain killers every four hours. The night seemed like a lifetime of agony. I woke up at 8 am and asked my husband to bring me the pain killers. He did and I sat up to take them. But as I turned to go back to sleep, my water broke. I quickly got dressed, managed to walk down the stairs, got into the car and my husband drove me very slowly to the hospital about five minutes away. Until then I believed something could be done to save the baby, but going by the visible blood clots I knew it was serious. The most scary thought was; could I be bleeding to death?"

This is a story of a heartbroken mum. Having carried the pregnancy for 9 months and not being able to lay her eyes on the baby. All we can do is wish Gertrude good health and strength as she comes to terms with this tragedy.