At the age of forty-eight, six months ago, I welcomed the arrival of triplets—a source of immense joy for both my husband and me. This momentous event marked the culmination of a ten-year journey filled with attempts to conceive that had, until then, been unsuccessful.
During those years, medical professionals offered little hope, often attributing the challenges to my delayed start in having children. Family members suggested alternative paths, urging us to forego expensive fertility treatments in favor of adopting a child from an orphanage. However, my desire to experience the unique joys of pregnancy and childbirth propelled me to pursue conceiving my own baby.
In my younger years, thoughts of having children were overshadowed by challenging relationships with my first husband. It was only when I met Vadim that everything changed. Despite marrying early at around twenty years old, our relationship succumbed to his abusive behavior and alcohol addiction.
Following a tumultuous period of recovery, I encountered the love of my life, Leonid. Distinct from my previous experiences, he was caring and committed to our relationship, reigniting my desire for motherhood.
The elation of discovering my pregnancy after numerous attempts was overwhelming. Leonid, a pillar of support throughout, stood by me during the deliveries, displaying remarkable courage. However, with the birth of the triplets, our lives underwent significant changes, accompanied by a wave of negativity from those who deemed it unacceptable to have three babies at our age.