When 32-year-old Nitasha Ittoo Ramgoolam looks at her one-year-old son today—laughing, curious, strong—it is hard to believe how their story began. A story marked by fear, faith, and the quiet resilience of a mother who held on even when her world felt unbearably fragile.
Their journey into parenthood did not unfold with the predictable rhythm most expect. It began with a warning at 28 weeks: a diagnosis of pre-eclampsia and the sobering truth that she would not make it to full term. Doctors monitored her daily, preparing her for a caesarean section at 36 weeks. But life had other plans.
On the day she gave birth, Nitasha’s blood pressure suddenly spiked to 150/110. She was given medication—including Valium—to stabilise her condition. But soon, something felt terribly wrong. Her baby had stopped moving. There was a heartbeat—but no motion. Not for one hour. Not even when the doctor checked.
In that moment, fear replaced waiting. Every second mattered. An emergency caesarean section was the only way forward. “We decided not to risk it,” she says quietly. “I just needed him out safely.”
Nothing prepared her for how small he would be.
Born at 31 weeks and 3 days, weighing just 975 grams, he was tiny—delicate—but astonishingly strong. He entered the world with a cry, fighting from his very first breath. He didn’t need to be intubated, only a small oxygen mask to help him breathe. Her baby spent almost a month in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit before being transferred to the nursery to gain weight. Those weeks were some of the hardest Nitasha had ever lived.
Every phone call from the hospital made her heart stop. One day everything would be fine; the next, she’d be told he had low blood count, an infection, or digestive issues causing his tiny stomach to swell. Premature babies fight silent battles every single day—and so do their parents.
Her strength came from two places: faith and the medical staff who cared for her son with compassion. “Even on days when my baby wasn’t doing well, they explained everything. They encouraged me. When I broke down, they held the space for me,” she says. Their kindness became her anchor.
Like many preterm babies, her son faced multiple medical challenges. Each hurdle he overcame felt like a tiny miracle. Family, friends, and even strangers walking the same path became her support system. Other parents of premature babies—those she met in hospital corridors and waiting rooms—quickly turned into companions on a journey that only they truly understood.
After countless days of watching him through incubator walls, the moment she finally held her son felt like the world had stopped. “Holding my baby for the first time, feeling his tiny hand hold my finger - that was everything.”
Against every fear, every uncertainty, and every sleepless night, her little boy is thriving. He is proof that miracles do not always arrive full-sized. Sometimes, they come just under a kilogram—and roar their way through life.
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