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Lin Mya’s life began in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU), where she would spend more than four long months. Those days blended into nights filled with the constant hum of machines and the soft alarms that made our hearts race. Every gram of weight she gained felt like a miracle. Every stable reading brought a cautious sense of relief. But the journey was never simple.
She battled breathing difficulties that required constant support. Feeding was a challenge, and each attempt felt like a test of her fragile strength. She endured blood transfusions, infections, and the painful delay of a necessary hernia surgery because her body was simply too small and weak. There were days when progress seemed to stall, when hope felt fragile, and when the fear of losing her crept in quietly but persistently.
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