The Little Aviator

The transition from late summer to mid-autumn had cloaked London in mist and golden foliage. At The Portland Hospital, renowned across Europe for its world-class obstetric care, the private wing was bathed in hushed serenity. Medical monitors hummed with quiet reassurance, while outside the window, the tall plane trees of Regent’s Park stood as silent guardians. The labor had been long and grueling, lasting over fourteen hours. Through every minute,…