Walking through a rough neighbourhood with my family today, I was approached by a heavily pregnant woman who was in a bad way. She told me that she was scheduled to have her baby by caesarean tomorrow, but the “voices in her head” were telling her she was going to die in surgery, and wanted me to reassure her that it wasn’t true. She also told me she was addicted to crack and felt breathless all the time. I did my best to reassure her, that breathlessness was normal in late pregnancy and caesareans were a common and safe procedure, but I felt completely out of my depth. I asked her if she anywhere to go and someone to look after her, and she told me she lived in supported accommodation. I would have gone with her to make sure this was true, but my young children were with me and I could tell DS (who is autistic) was frightened and wanted to get away.
I can’t stop thinking about her now. She was in a bad state; dirty clothes, rotting teeth and sores on her face, and must have been so frightened to have approached a stranger in the street for reassurance (I think she came to me because I was obviously a mother). I can’t stop thinking about how her baby will be born addicted 
What else could I have done for her?