After long and fruitless attempts to conceive a child, some women relax and even find benefits in the lack of children. Others, however, think that if you are unable to give birth, there is nothing wrong with adopting a child. That is precisely what Victoria, 44, did.

I was raised in a huge and welcoming household. I am the oldest of four children. As a result, I couldn’t comprehend how a family could exist without children.

In my final year at the institute, I married a really decent man who had no soul. The only thing that bothered me was that I couldn’t have a child. All of my sisters, including the youngest, have married and had children. We’re still only the two of us.

What physicians I didn’t go to and what healers I didn’t seek Almost all of the money we made was spent on hospitals and drugs. But there was no outcome. When it became evident that I would not be able to conceive on my own, we were encouraged to utilize in vitro fertilization, or IVF. It was maybe the final straw, and we seized it “hands and feet.”

Preparation, injections, egg retrieval, fertilization, and embryo implantation began. And the expectation: it will take root or it will not. The first rejection occurred at the very beginning. I was pregnant for four months the second time.

I experienced a nervous breakdown after my second loss. I sat all day staring at one point, stopped caring for myself, and gained a lot of weight. The physicians advised us to try again. But my spouse was having none of it. And after six years of marriage, I was abandoned.

And I actually considered adopting a child. And started gathering documentation for adoption. It took me six months to gather information from the authorities. Because the documents no longer fit in the folder, I had to purchase a new portfolio. And now everything has fallen behind.

And I, together with my mother, sister, and girlfriend, wait in the baby house lobby for a meeting with the manager. And just next to us are 10 bags filled with gifts and food for the kids. And the teacher begins a small miracle: legs, arms, sticks, and simply eyes on a thin face. And a swarm of fiery curls. Just like I used to do when I was a youngster.