I didn’t enjoy a single day of pregnancy because I felt so vulnerable

This Mother’s Day, GP Anita Raja feels especially lucky to be celebrating with her seven-year-old son Nirvan and baby boy Rumi. In August, Rumi was born after seven years of heartache and miscarriages.

Having lost three babies, the pregnancy was especially agonising for Anita, who worked on the NHS frontline until four days before her due date, unsure whether she was putting her unborn baby in danger each time she walked into the surgery.

With husband Nadir, a gastroenterologist, reassigned to work in intensive care during the pandemic, putting him face to face with Covid patients each day, the risk of exposure didn’t end when Anita came home.

“Looking back, I don’t know how I did it,” says Anita, 35. “I lost lots of sleep over it and was very anxious. I didn’t enjoy a single day of the pregnancy because I felt so vulnerable.”

Despite the risk, she felt obliged to keep turning up for work.

“I had to do it for the NHS,” she says. “It’s not like other jobs – you can’t just walk away from your patients.”

Anita was especially nervous as the impact of Covid-19 on unborn babies was unknown so the couple developed an elaborate routine to keep them all safe.

“There was lots of news about NHS workers who were pregnant and lost their lives. It felt like World War Three,” she says.

“When he came home from work my husband would go into the basement, take off his clothes, take a shower and keep his washing separate from ours. We were very aware of the risks of catching Covid.

“The car steering wheel and gear stick needed to be wiped down after every use and we’d wear gloves when we were going shopping to prevent us catching it.”

Anita had always known it might be tricky for her to conceive, after having a fibroid removed from her uterus aged 15 and being diagnosed with endometriosis at 17.

Shortly after she got married in 2010, she had her first miscarriage.

“It was a missed miscarriage, so it was very early on and I never knew I was pregnant until it was over,” says Anita.

Two years later she fell pregnant and in October 2013, Nirvan was born. “I named him Nirvan because nirvana is a state of liberation and eternal bliss.”

But although Anita loved being a mum, she craved another baby.

“I didn’t want my son to be an only child – I wanted him to have a friend, and someone to have after we’re gone, a family to leave behind,” she says.

Anita and Nadir, who live in Birmingham, tried for two years to have another baby, but could not conceive. Then, in 2015, they were thrilled to discover that Anita was pregnant. Sadly, at 11 weeks she miscarried. “I was devastated,” she says. “Although it wasn’t my fault, I felt a lot of guilt.

“When you have a child and you want them to have a sibling, it’s difficult.

“It’s so hard when they start asking for a baby brother or sister and you can’t give them one.”

It was another two years before Anita became pregnant again. At 21 weeks, she had a scan to find out the baby’s gender but instead received the news there was no heartbeat.

“While the sonographer was

FAMILY

Anita with husband Nadir and sons Nirvan

and Rumi