Your baby had just spent months in hospital, far away from home.
They cheated death.
You were only just today allowed to take them home.
You have a bag full of life saving medicines, all needing to be administered by you, to keep your baby alive.
You’re scared it’s too soon for your baby to go home.
But relieved as it’s also long over due.
You’re still confused as to how something so simple could almost end their life.
And worry that it still could.
But you let out a sigh of relief, you’re on your way home, life is looking good.
Then the pointing starts.
People snicker and laugh.
Comments are made, rude hurtful comments.
They lean over to get a better look.
Some look confused, disgusted or unimpressed.
All this directed at your baby.
And you sit there, holding your baby, crying, because some people are unable to look beyond the marks on their beautiful perfect face.
Your comments, opinions and judgements aren’t needed.
He is perfect.