A friend of mine related how she had to endure pain and getting hospitalized for her difficult pregnancy. Her first bout was early December. But the condition did not subside and so she went back for admission on the morning of December 24.

She recalls that on Christmas eve, when she was feeling a wee bit better, she got off her bed in order to walk the hospital halls. All she could see were the three nurses on duty at the station. Sometimes, they would push medical carts in order to bring foods or medicines to the patients’ rooms. It was eerie.

Well, she said those were the things that one endures for her child. She just had a little over than the others.