I remembered all those sleepless nights spent counting their movements, terrified that one of them might suddenly stop.
Seven incubators had been arranged in neat rows. And then there was this eighth baby—tiny, the one whose birth no one had anticipated.
I looked at her.
“You were waiting,” I whispered. “All this time, you were waiting for the others to come into the world before revealing yourself. You wanted to be the last one.”
My life, which for months had been filled with fear and uncertainty, was now occupied by eight voices and eight tiny, beating hearts.
The doctor’s words I never forgot
I turned around and saw the doctor standing in the doorway.
“Did you know that?” I asked him.Newborn photography service
“No. I just… sensed something. When I said ‘wait,’ I didn’t know what was there. I just realized we had missed something.”
Then he added:
“Sometimes the most important thing is precisely what isn’t visible on a screen. What cannot be measured, counted, or predicted. What simply exists.”
He pointed to the incubators.
“You’ve given the world eight miracles. But the eighth one is special. He appeared where no one expected him.”
