prayers and blessings, and some couldn’t hide their sincere concern for my health and that of the unborn children.
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But no one could imagine what it was like to live through those nights. Sleep had become a mirage. I lay awake in bed, listening to the constant internal movements: a little kick on one side, a shudder on the other, as if an entire universe were taking shape inside me. My body grew heavier every day, and my breathing labored, but every movement was a message of love.
The fear of getting attached and the strength of a mother
The surprise in the delivery room: A medical miracle that thrilled the world.
For many months, I avoided choosing names for my unborn children. It was a rational defense against an ancestral
