While the whole world was more than eager to give her unsolicited advice on motherhood, nobody wanted to pause and hear her concerns.

So, was I just supposed to resign to everything that was happening to me? In my view, just because something is common and part of pregnancy, cannot make it normal.

The labour room is where women are their most vulnerable, and a kind word, a friendly face, is what they need. Not rude, inconsiderate staff.

She told my mother, "You doting parents turn these girls into delicate darlings, you should let them be a little tough. Girls have to be strong, what is this?"

Did I fail my child by being a working mother? Or did the medical community fail my daughter and her parents with its misogynistic biases and lack of empathy?