On a beautiful, Sunday afternoon, my mother encouraged me to call the doctor. He told me to go to the hospital to be monitored. I was excited about the possibility of seeing my baby on an ultrasound again. We headed to the hospital with naive anticipation.
Amidst the joy that we will share with our loved ones on Mother's Day sits the reality that too many women and children in certain parts of our planet face the cruel, unrelenting challenges posed by malaria.
When I had my first child, I remember asking the doctor if I would live. My grandmother had died after giving birth to my mother -- in those days it was a fact of life in Xuzhou, where my family was from.
There is a saying in Africa that to find out you are pregnant is to have one foot in the grave. It must sound strange to Americans. But in the developing world, more women die from pregnancy and childbirth than any other cause.