My secret is 15 years old. But I decided to tell the whole truth, because I confessed everything to my husband. In the last stages of pregnancy, I was admitted to the hospital for preservation, where I spent 26 days. This time can be considered my short vacation before sleepless nights. There were two of us in the ward – me and a 21-year-old girl Oksana. Oksana is a sweet, pretty girl with an average income. At that time, she was living with her parents. However, the pregnancy was not planned. The father of the child did not call Oksana to marry, and he did not need a child. But Oksana did not make a tragedy out of this situation. We didn’t talk much about this topic with her.
I only remember once, she told me that her mom dreams of a granddaughter, and dad doesn’t care who to teach to ride a bike.
We managed to become friends with her in this short time. And so during the next examination of the doctor, he asked her if she had changed her mind. And she said the word «no» in the affirmative.
After that, the doctor explained to her that she had to fill out a special form that a nurse would bring her, and within six months she would have the opportunity to change her mind, according to our legislation. I had some thoughts, but I tried not to think about it. But when Oksana filled out all the documents, I couldn’t stand it and asked her directly what they were for.
Oksana calmly replied that she was giving up her child.
I was perplexed! Oksana is a young and healthy girl, she has parents who are ready to help. Then why is she doing this?
But Oksana coldly replied that this child was born at the wrong time and she did not need it. And she herself will still have time to give birth to other children. There was no bitterness in her voice, no pity for the child, absolutely nothing. She said these words to me without even looking away. And I kept waiting for her to burst into tears, and I could convince her. But this, unfortunately, did not happen.
After this incident, we completely stopped communicating. And I started coming up with ways to take her child to me. The next day I decided to go to my doctor and tell him everything. After our conversation, he took me to the head of the maternity ward, and he went straight to the chief doctor of the maternity hospital. I told him that I didn’t just want to adopt a child, but I wanted the documents to be as if I had given birth to him. I didn’t want long explanations with my relatives and my husband. I had polyhydramnios, and this idea seemed right to me.
The doctors were stunned, and that’s putting it mildly. The chief physician began to explain to me that this is a court case and the like. And I continued my persuasion. I even asked them to change the date of birth of Oksana’s child so that our children were recorded on the same day. My last phrase «Or you will sell it to someone» greatly offended the doctors, and they asked me to leave.
That night Oksana’s baby was born. I prayed that he would have a happy life. I tried to drive away bad thoughts and think about my child. The next evening, my matchmaking began and, after much agony, my daughter Yulka-Lapotulka was born.
Soon the head doctor came to me to find out if I had changed my mind about taking Oksana’s child. My decision remained in force.
That’s how I got twins – Daniel and Julia. Danechka liked to eat, but Yulenka was lazy, but this did not affect weight gain in any way. Of course, I thanked the head doctor by buying everything necessary for the department.
I decided to tell my husband about the twins when he comes to us. And when he saw the two kids, he first sat down on a chair, drank water, and then began to ask for all the details. In general, everything was resolved.
We decided to name the boy after my husband’s grandfather, Daniel. I couldn’t stand it and burst into tears in front of my husband. He thought it was me from joy. Yes, of course, and with joy too. But first of all, I cried from the fact that I have to lie to the closest and dearest people.
I can’t imagine how everything was done in the maternity hospital, but there was no fault to find with the documents. In the spring, on April 21, my twins turned 15 years old. We decided to celebrate on a fishing trip. We gave my son a spinning reel, and my daughter a bicycle. That day I decided to tell my husband the whole truth. But I would never have decided on a sober head, because I was very much afraid of my husband’s reaction. When we were returning home, we stopped by the store, and I took two bottles of wine and explained to my husband that the holiday was not over yet. And when the children went to bed, I set the table and took out the wine. When we finished the second bottle, I told him everything. But my husband didn’t believe me at first. The next day, he asked me again, and I confirmed everything. Our conversation was long, I did not hold back tears, and my husband listened with understanding.
After our conversation, my husband called the children over and told them that I was a very strong and wise woman, and I needed to be taken care of.
