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.
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.
In the United States "dying in childbirth" occurs rarely. But for women in most poor countries, pregnancy and childbirth are the leading causes of death and disability.
As I celebrate Mother's Day, I am reminded of how fortunate those of us who have access to healthcare are and I am hopeful that those who do not, will, in the foreseeable future.
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.
Celebrating my first Mother's Day became a long-awaited dream come true. I felt the presence of my own mother and believed she was my guardian angel watching over me that day and every day.
Every minute of every day, a woman somewhere in the world dies as a result of pregnancy or childbirth--amounting to more than half a million fatalities each year.
Progress is being made to save the lives of mothers and newborns around the world. Still, every minute, a woman dies of complications in pregnancy and childbirth.