At forty-eight, I experienced the miracle of giving birth to triplets, marking the pinnacle of joy for my husband and me. For a decade, I had faced the heartache of infertility, with medical professionals advising me I was too late and relatives urging adoption. Yet, I held onto the desire for biological motherhood, craving the unique bond of pregnancy and childbirth.
My early adult years were overshadowed by a tumultuous marriage with my first husband, Vadim, whose abusive behavior and alcoholism led to our separation. Recovering from this trauma, I later found true companionship with Leonid, a man whose kindness and commitment reignited my maternal desires.
Against all odds, Leonid and I were elated to discover I was pregnant after numerous fertility treatments. He was a pillar of strength throughout my pregnancy and was by my side during the births, providing unwavering support. Despite the societal backlash and skepticism over our choice to embrace parenthood later in life, the arrival of our triplets has been an unparalleled blessing, transforming our world with their presence.