On March 29, 2022, my life took a dramatic turn. In the early hours of the previous day, my waters broke, heralding a grueling 32-hour labor. It was an ordeal filled with pain, anxiety, and a life-threatening complication with the placenta. But from this harrowing experience, I emerged as a mother to Alya, the most beautiful and unique person I’ve ever seen. She became my world, and I became her everything—her food source, her security blanket, her shelter, and much more.
In the first six months, my entire focus was on ensuring Alya’s survival and comfort, causing me to almost lose touch with my pre-motherhood self.