After Burying My 6th Child, My Mother-in-Law Yelled, My Land Is Tired of Coffins Ikome Sasa!

 

I Almost Went Mad After Six Painful Losses, Until I Found Healing That Actually Worked

No woman should have to choose a coffin before ever holding her baby.

But I did. More than once.

I’m Saida. And I don’t think I’ve ever fully healed from the day I saw my newborn son take his last breath in a hospital nursery. He died two days after I gave birth. The doctors said “breathing complications.” I said “God, why again?”

It wasn’t the first time I had lost a child. In fact, it was the sixth. Six pregnancies. Six times I watched my dreams bleed out, sometimes slowly… sometimes violently.

My first miscarriage happened at 4 months. I was glowing. I had bought tiny shoes. Then one morning I felt strange heavy cramps, bleeding that wouldn’t stop. I screamed until I passed out. When I woke up, the baby was gone.

The second one was worse. I gave birth at 8 months… but the baby didn’t cry. He was taken straight to ICU. He lasted two days. Just two. And then silence. I watched nurses wrap his lifeless body in a white blanket. to read more click here