My life, which for months had been filled with fear and uncertainty, was now occupied by eight voices and eight tiny, beating hearts.
The doctor’s words I never forgot
I turned around and saw the doctor standing in the doorway.
“Did you know that?” I asked him.
“No. I just… sensed something. When I said ‘wait,’ I didn’t know what was there. I just realized we had missed something.”
Then he added:
“Sometimes the most important thing is precisely what isn’t visible on a screen. What cannot be measured, counted, or predicted. What simply exists.”
He pointed to the incubators.
“You’ve given the world eight miracles. But the eighth one is special. He appeared where no one expected him.”
The moment my world began anew
I looked at my eighth child again.
