This afternoon the hospital is now populated, like a film set. Someone has shouted ‘Action!’ and the cast members have come from every social class, every community of the city.
Up on the maternity ward dark blue uniforms sit behind desks and glide between cubicles. Hassan is here again and so is Frances’ sister with another of her four children, the others back at school.
As I photograph the sleeping baby a nurse steps around the curtain.
“You’ve asked to go home today?” she says to Frances.
“We’ve just got to get you to see the breast-feeding nurse to make sure baby’s feeding properly. Does baby need a feed just now?”
Everyone – apart from me – leaves to see the breast-feeding nurse.