And now I want to talk about the good things too. Pregnancy with Alena and the first few months were…

And now I want to talk about the good things too. Pregnancy with Alena and the first few months were hell for me. It's scary to remember: gestational diabetes, polyhydramnios, misunderstandings with my husband, my son's disability. At some point, my son developed a symptom called paroxysms. It's awful. The baby seems healthy, but when he lies down, his arms and legs start to contort. He lay everywhere, even on the road. If he walked, he would walk past doors, for example. My husband went for all the check-ups. My husband was always admitted to the hospital. With Alena, at three weeks old with COVID, my husband also took her. When he returned to us, my husband always took care of the children. I couldn't even pick up my T.T.G. because of the severe physical weakness. My husband always got up at night. He cooked, cleaned, did laundry... everything around the house was on him. In all the years we've been together, we've never heard a harsh word from him, which is why the children adore their dad, including my older stepdaughter. He never yells or demands. He always listens and plays if he has time. I've never heard him complain about money, at most he'll roll his eyes. He hears what I want throughout the year and always gifts it to me for some holiday. He's very physically resilient. He never asks for anything for himself. So, I guess that's my justification. Those who don't know what we've been through think I'm lucky with my husband. I think, to some extent, I am. I see it this way: there was a turning point, and my husband broke. The children's illnesses are very difficult. Some people leave and don't come back, some blame their wives or start drinking heavily. I think it was just a test from fate. We endured it, we pulled ourselves together. As for the opinions of "I would have...", well, you try walking in my shoes, then we'll talk.