Each Mother’s Day, I celebrate the two most miraculous, deliriously happy days of my life – the days I gave birth to my two children. What I counted on during my birth experiences: health care, a safe and sanitary environment, and trained birth personnel. What would have never occurred to me, a resident of the United States having a baby in a very typical way in a wealthy nation: the day I become a mother is the most dangerous and deadly day I will face. But in many parts of the developing world, the day a woman becomes a mother is a day too often obscured by terrible tragedy and danger. She...