slowly turned toward solay us, taking off his glasses with a measured gesture. “The children, Camilla,” he replied. That plural word echoed through the walls of the office. I looked at Matteo and saw the same bewilderment in his eyes: how many could there be?
Dr. Rossi took a deep breath before revealing the truth: “I see seven perfectly implanted fetuses.” Seven. That number resonated like a powerful echo. We didn’t know whether to give in to joy or give in to fear. Seven children represented an immense blessing, but at the same time a medical and personal challenge of titanic proportions for anyone.
The Surprise in the Delivery Room: Months of Anxiety Between Affection and Worry
From that day on, our house solay was never truly silent again. The news spread quickly, and relatives, neighbors, and acquaintances came to visit. Some gazed at my belly in profound wonder, some offered me
