October 2017
The moment I became a mother is a memory I will cherish forever.
The first cry of my newborn filled the delivery room
—a sound so pure, it carried the weight of love, life, and infinite possibilities.
As I cradled my baby in my arms, a wave of emotion washed over me.
With a whispered prayer—“Grow strong, grow healthy, and be happy”
—my heart swelled with a love deeper than I had ever known.
In that instant, my world felt whole.
Six Months Later
Our first trip to the emergency room was pure fear.
My tiny baby lay there, fragile, a needle in his hand,
eyes pleading for comfort I couldn’t give.
That night, everything changed.
Hospital visits became our new reality,
each one carving guilt into my heart.
Am I doing enough?
The pain, the helplessness
—it broke me. But in that darkness, a fire sparked.
The struggle that once shattered me became my purpose
—to create something that could make a difference.
