“What was your gynecologist thinking?!” the doctors shouted during the delivery of a 56-year-old woman. And when they saw who she gave birth to, they were simply speechless

“Goodbye, Miron, take care of the children, don’t abandon them.” “And you?” he asked, tears in his eyes. “I probably won’t make it,” Claudia said with difficulty, feeling her strength slipping away.

The time spent in the hospital’s waiting area felt like an eternity to Miron, though only minutes passed. Fear and anxiety consumed him. Even he, a man far from medicine, understood the babies would be born premature at seven months, which could mean serious health issues.

Claudia herself felt terrible before the delivery, fearing a tragic outcome. Her final words and the day’s stress weighed heavily on Miron.

He could barely stand, and when he sat down, he tilted his head back and dozed off. He was awakened by a touch on his shoulder. “Sir, you can’t stay here,” said a middle-aged nurse with a kind face.

“But my wife is giving birth, it’s a difficult delivery,” Miron said, startled. “Everyone here is giving birth, this is a maternity hospital. When the delivery is over and the babies are born, we’ll call you,” the nurse promised. In truth, she knew about the elderly patient.

The entire hospital was buzzing with the news. It wasn’t every day that a near-pensioner gave birth. Of course, giving birth at such an age was risky, and who knew what kind of babies would be born.

The nurse didn’t want to upset the already distraught man. She acted as if it were a routine delivery and that hospital rules simply needed to be followed. “Yes, of course,” Miron agreed reluctantly, lowering his head and shuffling toward the door.

Despite his exhaustion, he didn’t want to leave. Being there, he was closer to his wife and would hear news first. What was there at home? Empty walls and memories that would make him howl in anguish.

Miron wanted to break down and cry, if not for his daughter, Irina. When he saw her, he was outraged to his core. The girl, as if nothing had happened, was laughing and chatting on the phone, arranging to meet a friend.

Such heartlessness and cruelty toward her mother. She sent her poor mother to the hospital early and didn’t care at all. Yes, we failed her, Claudia and I.

We missed the moment when she turned from a good girl into a monster. Miron grew even more upset. He walked past his daughter, unable to speak to her.

He collapsed onto a bed, too weak to stand. Sleep eluded him. Claudia appeared so vividly in his mind, as if she were in the room with him.

Miron had never even thought about how much he loved his wife. Endlessly. But he rarely told Claudia that.

Or rather, he never did. Maybe only on their wedding day. Claudia was always there, and Miron lived behind her like behind a stone wall.

He didn’t notice her beauty, kindness, or generosity. And now, Claudia was suddenly gone. A crushing sense of loneliness, despair, and uselessness gripped his chest.

If only he knew that despair wasn’t just in his thoughts but also in the operating room, where doctors fought for Claudia and her babies’ lives. The woman remained unconscious. Yet the operation was completed.

Now, the tiny bodies of the two seven-month-old babies would be examined by doctors and midwives before being placed in a special unit to sustain their lives. A young doctor, Egor Zaitsev, couldn’t hold back and exclaimed, “Why on earth did she get pregnant at 56 and not have an abortion? What a fool, completely out of her mind.”

“Where was her gynecologist looking? What kind of incompetent lets a grandma give birth, and premature at that?” “Don’t even say it, she’s hanging by a thread, and the kids, if they survive, will definitely have abnormalities. No need for a fortune-teller, it’s obvious,” his friend and colleague chimed in. “Quiet, you youngsters! How dare you speak like that in front of a patient? Have you no shame?” thundered the gray-haired doctor, Leonid Anatolyevich.

The hospital’s chief doctor had taken no chances and assigned nearly half the staff to Claudia’s operation—after all, it wasn’t every day that women of such an age gave birth. “We didn’t mean anything, Leonid Anatolyevich, just stating the truth,” the young doctors mumbled. “Besides, the patient can’t hear anything.”

They didn’t consider that Claudia, briefly emerging from unconsciousness, caught the meaning of their words. Her body convulsed, and seconds later, a midwife’s piercing scream rang out. “Leonid Anatolyevich, the patient’s blood pressure has dropped sharply…”

“Good Lord, you’re right, Lera, her heartbeat is weak. We could lose her any moment. Emergency resuscitation, now!” The entire team sprang into action, but the worst happened.

Twenty minutes later, Claudia Mikhailovna was gone. Her body couldn’t withstand the immense strain. Tears welled up in the eyes of the midwives and Leonid Anatolyevich, while the young doctors guiltily backed toward the wall.

As if one tragedy wasn’t enough, a few hours later, the grim predictions of one of the doctors came true. Claudia’s babies were indeed born with abnormalities…