What do you mean I didn’t cheat? The doctor clearly stated that I would never be able to conceive.

After our wedding, my husband and I were eager to start a family. He had a well-paying job, and we were settled in our comfortable three-room apartment, which he had purchased before we got married. Despite our hopes, four years passed, and I still couldn’t conceive. Concerned, I decided to schedule a doctor’s appointment to undergo testing. To my relief, all my tests came back normal, indicating good health. Overjoyed, I shared the news with my husband and encouraged him to also get checked. He agreed, and after a day off from work, he returned home looking visibly upset. When I inquired about his visit, he hesitated to tell me but eventually revealed that the doctor had diagnosed him as unable to father children.

This news was devastating for both of us. IVF was suggested as an option, but my husband was hesitant to pursue it. Unable to bear the thought of not having a child, I suggested adoption. We kept our plans private and decided to leave our city for six months while we navigated the adoption process. With my husband’s flexible job as a programmer, we were able to work remotely. After preparing all the necessary documents, we were thrilled to receive a positive response from the adoption agency. One month later, we received a call informing us that a baby was ready for us to see.

Overwhelmed with emotion, we rushed to the maternity hospital. When we saw the sleeping baby, we knew he was meant to be ours. We named him Bohdan and returned home as a complete family. Our relatives and friends welcomed us with open arms, showering us with congratulations and gifts. Immersed in caring for Bohdan, I experienced a health scare one weekend, but it turned out to be a bout of simple toxicosis.

However, my husband’s reaction to the doctor’s diagnosis and subsequent test results caused tension between us. He initially accused me of infidelity, unable to comprehend how we could have a child together after being told he was infertile. Eventually, after further examination and reassurance from the doctor, he apologized and we reconciled. Eight months later, we welcomed our daughter Diana into the world. Subsequent examinations for my husband confirmed his improved fertility, and we are now expecting our third child, despite the challenges of this pregnancy. Our journey through adoption and overcoming fertility obstacles has been a testament to the miracles that can happen in life.