I'm 23 years old, my husband also 23. We wildly wanted children, but neither of which did not work, I was diagnosed with infertility, I was treated for 1.5 years and then a miracle happened, I'm pregnant! at what we will have twins! everything went well, according to the standard, the tone, hospitals, clinics .... on the 26th week I get to the hospital, according to the testimony, they put me a pessary (ring), since the neck does not stand the load, it seems all right, I come home. I was discharged on the 14th of the month and on the 14th I am already in the birth, at the 27th week of pregnancy I started to have labor, then running around me, operating room, cesarean, the girls do not cry, they do not breathe, resuscitation.
On the 14th I gave birth to two small premature princesses 790 and 930 grams, Varvara and Taisia. Varya surrendered first on March 25, then Tasia surrendered on April 4. two angels. At age 23, my husband and I buried 2 children! in the first year of marriage! Doctors yell after the caesarean at least a year break, but I will not wait, after half a year we'll start all over again, tests, hospitals, doctors ... Meanwhile, the whole apartment is filled up with children's things, toys, two cribs ... everything was bought twice ... Many say: time heals, everything goes away, you are giving up, young ones ... .. It's all bullshit, time does not erase the memory, and when I come to the family cemetery, I will always see two small crosses and two angels nearby ...