For many months, I avoided choosing names for my unborn children. It was a rational defense against an ancestral fear: I feared that becoming attached to each of them individually would make any eventual mourning unbearable for my heart. However, a mother’s heart follows no logical rules and loves unconditionally even when fear tries to restrain it.
Matteo was an irreplaceable rock throughout the entire journey. He took care of every household chore, managed the constant medical visits, and supported me in moments of emotional distress. His constant presence reminded me that, regardless of the outcome of that complex pregnancy, we were united by a deep and unshakeable bond.
The Surprise in the Delivery Room: The Sudden Arrival of the Decisive Night
One night in early spring, I was awakened by a sudden, sharp pain. At first, I hoped it was just a single contraction, but labor began with unstoppable intensity. Matteo immediately understood the gravity of the situation and called for help without wasting a second.
The rush to the hospital was a blur of flashing lights and sirens. Upon arrival at the facility, the medical staff was already alerted and equipped to handle an extremely rare multiple birth. The corridor doors opened quickly as we passed, while a multidisciplinary team prepared for the procedure in the operating room.
The surprise in the delivery room: Entering the delivery room and the great tension
The delivery room was a cold, artificially lit space dominated by cutting-edge equipment. Doctors, midwives, and neonatologists occupied every corner of the room. The atmosphere was permeated by a tense silence, where each professional knew their specific task but could not conceal the responsibility of the moment.
