‘Corona Maman’: A Paris Clinic’s First Covid‑19 Delivery

I was nine months pregnant, and I figured I was effectively in quarantine already—confined by choice to our apartment, spending my days painting a mural for the baby’s room, folding the baby’s tiny outfits. It didn’t occur to me that the virus would affect anyone my age, let alone me. I was simply focused on the baby’s arrival. But around the time Macron announced the confinement, I began to feel chills. I developed a cough, a runny nose, and a fever.