Anna has been putting on a brave face, but she and the other incarcerated mothers have not seen their children since March
Ollie was an impossibly wriggly newborn when I first brought him in to visit my sister in prison. All of three weeks old, he was already a regular – Mum had brought him in several times before I had worked up the courage to make the trek.
The last time I’d seen my sister, she was being wheeled out of the Sunshine hospital postnatal ward and back to prison, 24 hours after giving birth to Ollie, her first child. She’d been informed in the early stages of induced labor that her application to keep Ollie with her in the prison’s mother and baby unit had been denied by Child Protective Services, and her baby would instead be coming home with me.
