My name is Tetiana. I work as a midwife in a maternity hospital. My husband and I have been married for 8 years. We have both dreamed of having a child for a long time, but we haven’t been able to conceive.
We went through various tests and examinations, and it seems like we are both healthy, but the reason for not getting pregnant remains a mystery. I eagerly wait for miracles every month, hoping for a positive pregnancy test, but I often end up disappointed.
This situation is quite painful for me. My mother even suggested leaving Oleg, my husband, and finding someone else, as she believes it’s his fault that we don’t have children.
One day, I encountered a little boy near the metro station. He was short and thin but well-dressed. He asked me for money to buy bread. When I inquired about his situation, he explained that his father was very ill, and they had no money for even basic necessities.
The boy lived only with his father, as his mother had passed away during childbirth. I gave him some money, and he thanked me before hurrying to the store.
Later, I got an opportunity to attend a seminar in a neighboring city with my colleague Irina. A renowned obstetrician-gynecologist, Professor Kylyna, was giving lectures and attending a woman expecting triplets. He skillfully assisted in the delivery, and soon we had the chance to see the three healthy newborns. I congratulated the young mother warmly, only to hear a familiar voice. It was my husband, Oleg.
He shook hands with the professor and said, “I’m so happy to become a father! Thank you sincerely!” I was shocked and confronted him, asking why he was there and if he was the father of those three babies. To my disbelief, he admitted that he met a woman named Nastya, who got pregnant. He prevented her from having an abortion, and it turns out that our inability to conceive was my fault.
Broken-hearted, I filed for divorce. Afterward, I saw the same boy near the metro station again. His name was Sasha. His father, Liosha, was now sick and unable to work due to a back injury from a construction accident. I visited their apartment and was amazed to find it immaculately clean.
To my surprise, Liosha turned out to be an ex-boyfriend from my college days. After a successful operation, we rekindled our relationship and got married. Miraculously, I got pregnant after a while. It was a joyful time, and we are now eagerly preparing to become parents.
