Born in a pandemic: a lesson in love, patience and perseverance for a new mother

On April 5, my husband and I welcomed our first child. The baby arrived one month early, weighing only 2.5kg, but was healthy and strong. The thrill was beyond words as I heard his first shrill cry, a sound that symbolised the beginning of my motherhood after a long, bittersweet journey. Even as I was savouring the moment, I could not help thinking of the baby I lost in 2019 after 22 weeks of pregnancy. For a woman in her upper-30s like me, conceiving her was a blessing. I bought tiny clothes…

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