I shrieked at my husband to stop the car as we drove by one of them. "Go back!!" I said. "Go in reverse, I want to see it." I glimpsed a little body shape, held up in someone's hands. We couldn't back up, so we found a parking spot, and made our way back to it.
It's a sad sculpture. But it's a public sculpture. About something that's rarely shared or seen in public. Below are the pictures I took with my phone. I don't know the artist as the space for that information is not fitted with the plate. I might make some calls to try and find out...to know more of the story. Even without the story it means a lot to me. People will react. Either with empathy, or nervousness, or disgust. But at least it's out there. It's planting a notion that this happens to people. And maybe from that people can get a better understanding of stillbirth. Or infertility. Or miscarriage. Or that children die. That all those scenarios leave behind shattered hearts.
(Artist unknown, but I will give credit as soon as I find out)