It's kind a fun to see a Hindu mom, a Muslim mom, a Christian mom and all their families altogether crashed out in the same recovery room and they end up exchanging phone numbers and become friends because their kids have the same birthdays.
Just before 5 a.m., my hand phone is buzzing madly. I am up instantly, knowing that it must be an emergency: A newborn is having difficulty breathing. I am off and running down my stairs and out into the darkness.
Since the day I delivered Grace eight years ago, I know just how critical proper maternity care is. And, I have a deeper sense of gratitude toward my own mother each year when my own birthday rolls around.