Maya’s POV
I knew that working during the last month of my last trimester was a bad idea, but I didn’t know how bad it really was till I forced my swollen feet to the hospital’s canteen after a back-killing surgery.
If I didn’t know better, I would say that I was growing three footballers inside me. My womb was their football field and restrictions they had none. Three tiny pairs of legs kicked me nonstop and it felt like a stampede of small, wild elephants was drumming against my abdomen.
‘Mommy loves you, but please let mommy concentrate on this surgery,’ was the only mantra I chanted and pled throughout the surgery. I had fled from the operating theatre the first chance I got. Now I wished that I had gone to the OB-GYN instead to get a few meds.
Tears sprung into my eyes when I felt
