11/08/2026
The doctors were sure that I was expecting seven children, in the hospital already exhaled after...
The doctors were sure that I was expecting seven children, the hospital had already exhaled after the seventh cry, but at that moment the doctor suddenly said: "Wait..." - and at that moment it became clear that none of them were ready for what appeared inside me at the last moment.
At a routine checkup, the doctor stared at the screen for too long and then said:
We see seven fruits.
Seven.
From that day on, my life changed completely. People looked at me with amazement, worried, asked questions, and I lay down every night and listened to the movements of my babies, praying only that they would be born alive.
The pregnancy was hard. Every new examination was on my nerves, every term was given with difficulty, and the closer the birth was, the stronger I felt that the doctors also understood what a risk it was, even if they tried to speak calmly. When the first contractions began, I was immediately taken to the hospital. Everything was already ready in the maternity hospital, everyone was waiting for the appearance of seven newborns.
Then began what I had been afraid of all these months. There was the first cry, followed by the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and after that, a general exhalation rolled through the hall - as if all these people had been holding on to their last strength all this time.
"Seven," someone said.
I also believed for a second that everything was over, that my children were safe and the worst was over. Seven cries had already been heard, seven babies were here, and I just wanted to close my eyes and cry with relief.
But at that moment one of the doctors suddenly said sharply:
- Wait...
The hospital was instantly quiet.
All eyes were fixed on the doctor, who continued to carefully feel my stomach. His face suddenly changed.
"Don't move..." he said quietly. "I don't like something.
The midwife froze with a diaper in her hands.
- Is there a heartbeat? - quickly asked the head.
The young doctor applied the sensor and a second later looked up frightened.
- There's... one more thing.
A cold wind swept through the room.
"But that can't be..." someone whispered.
All the examinations, dozens of ultrasounds, consultations of the best specialists - no one ever saw another child. One of the kids was so deep all the time and was so closely pressed by his brothers and sisters that he literally hid behind them.
I panicked.
What's going on?.. Why is everyone silent?..
"You have another child," said the doctor calmly. - Now the main thing is not to worry.
But the calm has left everyone.
The eighth baby was lying wrong. Severe bleeding began. The monitors were anxiously squeaking.
- Pressure's dropping!
- Prepare the blood!
- Faster!
I hardly heard anything. Everything was blurred before my eyes. Only through the noise did the voices of doctors give commands.
A few painful minutes have passed.
And suddenly...
There was another loud, surprisingly strong baby cry.
Eighth.
I have never heard such relief in my life.
One of the nurses could not stand it and cried right in the mask.
- Everyone's alive... - she whispered.
But it was too early to rejoice.
All eight babies were born prematurely and weighed less than one and a half kilograms. They were immediately taken to intensive care for newborns, connected to devices, and I was urgently transferred to intensive care for adults.
When I woke up a few hours later, the first thing I asked was:
- They... alive?
The doctor was silent for a long time.
Then he smiled carefully.
So far yes. But ahead of the hardest fight.
And then I realized that the real tests were just beginning.
