A woman with a gargantuan belly, purportedly 9 months pregnant, arrives at the hospital screaming that her twin children are being born and she needs assistance. But when the doctor rushes her to the delivery room, two reborn dolls are delivered. No one could have anticipated what would happen next. Someone help me. My babies are coming.

 

 

Help. Hurry. Grace screamed at the hospital entrance. The Franciscan hospital was quiet that Sunday afternoon. The hallways seemed deserted. All the rooms were almost empty, and the few patients under observation were calm. The only sound echoing through the place was the cardiac monitor from a distant ward and the slow footsteps of nurses passing back and forth.

 It was a rare, peaceful day, but the peace was short-lived. Suddenly, a screaming cut through the silence like a razor. A woman appeared at the hospital entrance, staggering with wide eyes and an enormous belly jutting out in front of her. The piercing sound of her voice echoed through all the hallways. Help! For God’s sake, someone help me. My babies, they’re coming.

” The woman screamed breathless and her face covered in sweat. The receptionist froze for a few seconds, surprised by the scene. The woman appeared to be in advanced labor, but something about her behavior was striking. She wasn’t just screaming. She was in genuine distress. Her voice carried panic, and she gestured incessantly.

 On the other side of the hospital, Larry, one of the institution’s most experienced obstitricians, was resting in his office. With the hospital almost empty on that Sunday shift, he had taken a moment to repose. But as soon as he heard the desperate screams echoing through the hallways, he jumped up.

 “Is there a patient in labor?” he asked a nurse who was hurrying past, already heading towards the reception area. Upon arriving, he saw the woman bent over with her hands on her belly and her eyes wide. “Help! Please help me! They’re going to be born,” she screamed writhing. “Calm down, ma’am.

 We’re going to help!” Larry said approaching quickly and gesturing for the nurses to come. Bring a gurnie now. The doctor shouted, already positioning himself next to the woman to provide support. How many months pregnant? He asked, trying to sound calm. Nine. It’s 9 months. They’re coming. There are two. They’re twins. Help me, doctor. It hurts so much, she replied amidst the screams.

 Larry tried to remain calm, but his gaze found something odd. He bent down slightly, placed his hand on the woman’s belly, and tried to understand if he was dealing with real contractions. He wanted to know exactly where she was feeling pain. Can you tell me exactly where it hurts? He asked, still observing her countenance. The woman, however, averted her gaze and couldn’t explain.

 She seemed bewildered by the question and quickly tried to change the subject. Please, just help my children be born. They’re ready. I can feel it, she exclaimed, resuming her cries as if nothing else mattered. At that moment, the gurnie arrived. Larry and two nurses helped her lie down. One of them was Kate, the head nurse of the hospital.

With extensive experience in childbirth, she exchanged a glance with the doctor as if she too was beginning to perceive that something about this situation was out of the ordinary. Let’s get her to the delivery room, Larry said while holding firmly onto the gurnie to push it along with Kate.

 Please, doctor, save my children, the woman pleaded, already lying down, gripping the edge of the gurnie tightly. Everything will be all right, madam. That’s what I’m here for, the obstitrician said, trying to sound confident. As they rushed through the corridors towards the obstetrics ward, Larry kept his hand on the woman’s belly. He felt something. There was movement. There was rigidity.

 But there was something different there. He preferred not to show his doubts. “What’s your name, madam?” Kate asked, already preparing the materials. “Grace, my name is Grace,” the woman replied through tears. “Grace, take a deep breath. Dr. Larry is very experienced. He’s helped hundreds of babies be born.

 You and your children are in good hands,” the nurse said, trying to calm her. But Grace’s despair seemed to grow with each passing second. “They’re going to be born now. Help me!” she shouted with glazed eyes and writhing on the gurnie. Larry frowned. This was extremely atypical behavior. Not that births were all the same. He had seen it all. But the woman’s behavior was too theatrical.

 However, her belly seemed real and the movement, even if strange, was there. Still, the doctor’s gaze became laden with suspicion. Finally, they arrived at the delivery room. The gurnie was positioned next to the birthing bed, and with care, Larry and Kate helped Grace transfer. “We are going to position you to check your dilation.” “Is that all right?” Larry said, already putting on his gloves.

 But Grace writhed, hugging her belly tightly. “No, wait, wait a moment, please,” she said, arching her body. Larry tried to insist. “I need to check the stage of labor. It’s crucial to know how to proceed with you and the babies, whether it will be a natural birth or a cacaian section.” “No, wait. My husband, he needs to be here.

 He has to see our children born,” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with panic. Kate cast a worried glance at the doctor. “Is your husband on his way?” Larry asked, trying to remain calm. “He’s coming. He needs to be here. I will only have my children if he’s with me.” Grace said, clutching her belly even tighter, as if protecting something precious.

 She then turned her face upward and began to stroke her belly delicately. “We’re going to wait for daddy, aren’t we, my loves?” She cooed in an almost childlike tone with a faint and unsettling smile. Larry exchanged another look with Kate. Deep down, they both knew that something was profoundly wrong.

 After all, how could someone who seconds earlier seemed ready to give birth right there in the hospital reception area. Now, want to wait? Larry and Kate exchanged glances again, confused about how to handle the situation. Grace’s belly was immense, and they had felt clear movements. Despite the exaggerated shouting and theatrical reactions, her body seemed to be reacting like that of a pregnant woman about to give birth.

 She was in pain, moaning with each contraction, and that couldn’t simply be ignored. Grace, we need to examine you. It’s important to check your dilation and know how to proceed,” Larry said, already putting on his gloves. “No, I said I will only have my children with my husband here. He needs to see that it’s real. Call my husband. Call him.

 She screamed, holding her belly tightly as if protecting the babies from any external touch. Kate took a step back, looking at the obstitrician with a worried expression. “What do we do?” she whispered, moving closer to the doctor. The obstitrician sighed and replied in a low voice, “We can’t force her. She’s having an episode.

 But if she’s really in labor and her belly indicates that she is, the best solution is to call this husband right away. If he works nearby, maybe he’ll arrive in time. Grace overheard the conversation and shouted once more, “He works at the supermarket. He’s the manager, the famous one here in town. It’s 5 minutes away. Call him, please. I’m begging you.” All right, we’ll call him.

 Calm down, Larry said, trying to reassure her as he took his cell phone out of his lab coat pocket. Meanwhile, not far away, in the administrative office of one of the region’s largest supermarkets, Logan, Grace’s supposed husband, sat at his desk. His eyes were unfocused, lost in thought.

 He twirled a pen between his fingers with an expression of someone carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Thomas, the head of restocking, noticed his friend’s unease. He knocked lightly on the door and entered without ceremony. “Logan, are you all right? You’ve been acting strange for a while now. Is something wrong?” he asked, his tone gentle.

 Logan let out a deep sigh and ran his hands over his face. “It’s Grace, my wife.” “Is she ill?” Thomas asked, approaching the desk. No, I mean, I don’t think so. But she’s saying she’s pregnant. And isn’t that good news? Thomas asked with a hopeful expression. You’ve always said you wanted to have children. Logan lowered his head for a moment before answering with a choked voice.

 It would be if it were true, but it’s not. Grace, she can’t have children. Thomas fell silent, unsure what to say. She had her uterus and ovaries removed two years ago, remember? Because of that problem she had. There’s no way she can be pregnant. No way, Logan added, rising from his chair and beginning to pace back and forth. Thomas tried to calm his friend, speaking slowly.

 But what if, I don’t know, a miracle happened? Nothing is impossible for God. Isn’t that what you always say? Logan shook his head forcefully. My faith is strong, Tom. But a miracle doesn’t implant a uterus and ovaries in someone who doesn’t have them. Grace is not pregnant. It’s all in her head. She She’s been different lately.

 Obsessed with this idea of being a mother. She’s always talking to her belly, crying alone, buying baby clothes in secret. I don’t know what to do anymore. At that moment, knocks were heard at the office door. Logan turned around immediately. “Come in,” he said, already preparing to return to his chair. A supermarket employee entered with a worried look. Excuse me, Mr. Logan.

 I’m sorry to interrupt, but there’s a doctor from Franciscan Hospital on the line. He said it’s urgent that he needs to speak with you now. Logan frowned. A doctor from Franciscan for me? The employee simply nodded. Completely bewildered. Logan left the room and went to the supermarket’s reception desk where a phone was on hold. He picked up the receiver. Hello, this is Logan.

 On the other end of the line, Larry got straight to the point. Mr. Logan, this is Dr. Larry. I’m with your wife at the Franciscan Hospital. She’s in labor and has been insistently requesting your presence. She’s in a delivery room at this very moment, claiming the babies are about to be born. Logan froze.

 I’m sorry, doctor, but you must have called the wrong person. My wife can’t have children. It’s impossible. Before Larry could respond in the background, Grace’s voice cut through the phone in a desperate scream. Logan, for God’s sake, get here quickly. Our children are coming. Please come and see them being born. Logan gripped the phone tighter, feeling his heart race. This couldn’t be happening.

 Doctor, you don’t understand. My wife, she’s not pregnant. I’m serious. This is a delusion. She She had complications. She had her uterus and ovaries removed. This is impossible. But on the other end, Larry was firm. Mr. Logan, with all due respect, your wife’s belly indicates 9 months of gestation. I felt fetal movement.

 She’s having contractions. If you want to be present for the delivery, you’d better come as soon as possible. Logan was silent for a few seconds. His head was spinning. It didn’t make sense, but what if? What if, for some unknown reason, it were true? “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 5 minutes,” he said, dropping the phone and running out of the supermarket.

 As he crossed through the automatic doors of the establishment, he felt his heart pounding in his neck. A mixture of panic, confusion, and fear overwhelmed him. Everything he had known until then was being questioned. “But how is this possible?” he muttered to himself, hurrying across the street.

 He would find the answer inside the hospital, and it would be far more disturbing than he could ever imagine. Back in the delivery room of the Franciscan hospital, the atmosphere was completely out of control. Grace was screaming louder and louder as if the world itself were collapsing on top of her.

 The sound echoed through the corridors and invaded the ears of everyone around with an almost unbearable force. Kate tried to restrain the patient, but every time she approached, the woman thrashed, turned her face away, and threatened to bite anyone who dared to touch her. “I warned you!” Grace screamed, gripping the edge of the sheet tightly. My children will only be born when their father is here. I’m not having these babies alone.

 I won’t. Larry was already visibly irritated and distressed. He had attended countless births in his career, but none that bordered on the absurd as much as this one. He stood before a woman who claimed to be on the verge of giving birth, but refused any kind of procedure until her husband arrived. “Grace, you need to cooperate.

” the doctor insisted, trying once again to approach the patient. If you’re really in labor, we can’t wait much longer. It’s dangerous. But the woman shrieked even louder, arching her body on the bed and bringing her hands to her belly as if she were feeling the worst pain in the world. They’re coming now.

My god, help me. Call Logan, where’s my husband? She screamed completely distraught. And it was exactly at that moment that the delivery room door burst open. Logan entered panting, his face sweaty, his eyes wide, still not understanding anything that was happening.

 His feet stopped moving as soon as he saw his wife lying on the bed with the belly of a woman in the final stages of pregnancy. He felt his entire body freeze. No, this this isn’t possible, he said, his voice faltering, trying to stay on his feet. Honey, you’re here, Grace said with a smile amidst the tears. They’re coming. Our children are about to be born.

 “This can’t be happening,” he murmured, taking a few steps toward the bed. “You You didn’t have this belly 3 days ago.” It had been 3 days since he had last seen Grace. The woman had gone to spend the weekend at her mother’s house in a neighboring town. This was also one of the reasons why he panicked when he found out she was in the hospital.

 When his wife left the house 3 days ago, her belly didn’t show any signs of pregnancy. How was it possible for it to have grown so quickly? What madness was this? Several questions raced through the supermarket manager’s mind. I told you it was a miracle. They’re here, Logan. They’re ready, she said, caressing her own womb with a disturbing affection. Kate watched the scene with wide eyes.

 Larry was ready to begin the procedures, but something still bothered him. That situation had already exceeded the bounds of what was acceptable, but he needed to maintain his composure. As a doctor, his mission was to protect lives.

 And if there was even the slightest possibility that two babies were about to be born, he needed to act. “Grace, we’re going to check your dilation now. Okay,” he said, approaching carefully. “We need to know how the process is progressing to decide whether it will be a vaginal birth or a C-section.” The doctor signaled to Kate, who approached to perform the examination. But at that moment, Grace retorted again. “It’s going to be a C-section, doctor. It’s safer.

 They’re too small, too fragile. I don’t want them to suffer,” she shouted, almost pushing the nurse away with her feet. “Even so,” Kate, following the doctor’s instructions, took a deep breath and attempted to perform the touch examination. But as soon as she got closer and looked carefully, her eyes widened.

 She was so startled that she dropped one of the instruments she was holding. The noise made Larry turn around immediately. “What is it? What’s wrong, Kate?” he asked, alarmed. The nurse hesitated. She swallowed hard, looked again, and in a trembling voice replied, “There’s there’s nothing, no dilation. She’s completely intact.

” The doctor’s eyes widened, unable to believe what he was hearing. “What do you mean?” he said, already moving closer to check for himself. “There’s no dilation? That’s impossible. Look at the state of this woman.” And upon checking, he saw that the nurse was right. There wasn’t the slightest sign of dilation.

 The area was absolutely normal, as if she weren’t even a month pregnant. But her belly, her belly said otherwise. It was the size of a pregnant woman in the final stages. Larry felt a chill. Grace, are you sure you’re 9 months pregnant? He asked, looking directly into her eyes. “Of course,” she replied, offended.

 “My belly grew month by month like anyone else’s. I felt the kicks, the aches, the cravings. I kept track of everything. But you don’t show any dilation. That means a vaginal birth is out of the question. He tried to explain, trying to remain calm. Then do the C-section, she shouted, pushing her belly forward. They’re going to be born now. It’s safer for them.

 I want my children to be born healthy. At that moment, Logan raised his voice for the first time. Stop this. No one’s performing a C-section, he exclaimed, shoving the doctors aside. My wife, she’s not pregnant. She can’t be. This is insane. 3 days ago, she didn’t even have a belly. I don’t know where this belly came from, but she’s not pregnant.

 Grace turned her face to him, her eyes brimming with tears. Yes, I am pregnant, Logan. You’ll see. Our children are in here. It’s a miracle. Put your hand on my belly. Feel them. Logan approached slowly, his heart racing. That enormous belly hadn’t been there 3 days ago. It was impossible, inexplicable, but he needed to know. He needed to be sure.

 He approached the bed and extended his hand, gently touching his wife’s belly. “You’ll feel it,” she whispered, holding his hand. And at that exact moment, he felt it. A slight movement, a touch, a kick. Logan jumped back, startled, bringing his hand to his mouth. “My god, this is impossible,” he said, trembling.

And it was at that instant, without any warning, that Grace screamed louder than ever before. Her scream was so shrill, so desperate that it made everyone in the room’s heart race. “I can’t take it anymore. Please, doctor, get them out of me,” she pleaded, desperate. the veins in her neck bulging and her eyes wide.

Faced with the patients desperation, Dr. Larry hesitated for a second, but decided to act. With a swift movement, he turned to the head nurse. “Kate, get the scalpel,” he requested, urgency in his voice. Without questioning, Kate went to the counter and grabbed the surgical instrument.

 As she handed it to the doctor, Grace was already breathing with difficulty between moans of pain and murmurss to the imaginary children in her belly. But as soon as Larry approached to make the incision and lifted the sheet covering the patient, he stopped. His eyes narrowed and his expression changed completely. There, visible and still with fresh stitches, was a sewn line marked with a recent scar.

 It was without a doubt a surgical incision. A C-section had been performed recently. “But what the hell is going on here?” Larry said, recoiling slightly, holding the scalpel with a trembling hand. Kate approached, and upon seeing the stitches on the woman’s belly, her eyes widened. “My God,” she murmured, placing her hand over her mouth. The other nurses in the room also stopped everything they were doing.

 The atmosphere, once tense, was now submerged in a silence of utter shock. Logan, standing a few feet away, observed every movement. When he saw the reaction of the doctor and the nurses, his blood ran cold. He took a step forward, trying to better understand what was being revealed. “Those stitches!” he whispered as if talking only to himself.

 “What is happening here?” It was then that Grace screamed again. But unlike the previous times, this scream had something different. It was sharper, stronger, more real. She seemed, in fact, to be feeling a deep pain. Hunched over, she hugged her belly tightly. Get them out of me, please. They’re hurting me.

 They’re scratching inside. Take them out. Take them out. She screamed desperately. While crying, she also spoke to the babies who, according to her, inhabited her belly. Calm down, my loves. Mommy’s going to get you out of there. Don’t hurt Mommy, please. Larry, still with the scalpel in his hands, looked at the woman’s abdomen. The scar was there.

 It made no sense at all. Why would a woman with a belly that size with supposed labor pains show no signs of dilation whatsoever? And on top of that, she had already been operated on. He took a deep breath, stepped back, and placed the scalpel back on the steel tray beside the bed. Doctor asked Kate, her voice wavering. Larry shook his head, looking at Grace with seriousness.

 I can’t operate on her. Not without understanding what is really happening here. These stitches, these marks, they can’t be ignored. No. screamed Grace, rising slightly on her elbows. “You need to operate. My children are ready. They want to be born now.” “These stitches are recent,” said Larry, trying to maintain control.

 “Have you had surgery in the last few days, Grace? What is really happening here? You need to talk.” She did not respond. She just screamed in pain again, holding her belly even tighter. It was then that Logan, feeling that this had gone too far, decided to speak. “Doctor, I don’t think you paid attention to what I said before,” he said, approaching. “3 days ago, my wife wasn’t like this.

 Her belly was completely normal, a deflated belly. It had no appearance of pregnancy at all.” Larry’s eyes widened. “3 days ago,” he questioned, turning to Logan. “That’s right,” confirmed the husband. She was spending the weekend at her mother’s house. When she left home on Friday, there wasn’t any belly at all.

 And now she shows up with this, saying she’s about to give birth. Silence filled the room once more. Logan took a deep breath before continuing. And as I said, she can’t get pregnant. Grace had her uterus and ovaries removed years ago. She can’t have children. No chance. Kate sighed completely shaken. Logan’s words seemed to contradict everything they were witnessing.

“But we felt something moving in her belly,” the nurse murmured, still in shock. “I felt it. You felt it, too, doctor?” Larry nodded, but still looked perplexed. He glanced once more at the stitches, at that swollen belly, at the woman in despair. Wasting no more time, he made a decision.

 He unlocked the bed, activated the wheel brakes, and looked at the nurses. “Let’s take her to the ultrasound room immediately,” he said. “I need to see what’s inside that belly with my own eyes.” Grace began to thrash. “No, there’s no need for that. They’re here. I can feel them. Just cut. They’ll be born. They’re perfect.” she screamed, shedding tears of despair.

 “Grace, please cooperate,” Kate pleaded, going to the patient’s side and holding her hands. “It’s just a confirmation. If the babies are there, we’ll do a C-section. But we need to look first. Okay.” Grace was crying. She caressed her belly and whispered to her supposed children as if talking to them. “They’re just scared.

 They want to come out soon. They’re afraid something will happen.” 2 minutes later, they were already in the imaging room. The atmosphere was tense. The nurse prepared the gel and very carefully applied it to the patient’s belly, precisely avoiding the area of the stitches. Larry, in absolute silence, picked up the transducer.

 The lights in the room were slightly dimmed, and all eyes turned to the monitor screen. Logan stood beside the stretcher. He knew this would be the moment of truth. If there was really something in there, they would see it. But he was also almost certain of what they wouldn’t see. There would be no baby. There couldn’t be. Let’s find out now, the doctor said, his voice strained, and the silence was absolute.

 What appeared on the ultrasound screen was something that no one, absolutely no one in that room expected to see. Dr. After Larry’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he took a step closer to the monitor as if questioning his own vision. Kate, standing right beside him, also leaned in, squinting and trying to comprehend.

 On the screen, clearly visible, were two babies, two tiny bodies exhibiting gentle, slow, yet unmistakable movements. They were there inside Grace’s womb. It’s them, Grace whispered, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. “They’re my children. They’re ready to be born,” she said, her voice thick with emotion and pain. The doctor turned slowly towards Kate, still struggling to process what he was seeing.

 “Are you seeing this, too?” he asked in shock. Kate simply nodded, unable to utter a word as she stared at the screen with a furrowed brow. Logan standing beside the gurnie observed the bewilderment on the two professionals faces. “What’s happening? What are you seeing?” he asked, increasingly distressed. But Larry didn’t answer.

 Instead, his tone shifted completely. “We need to get to the operating room now,” he shouted authoritatively, “quickly!” Immediately, the team began to move. Grace was placed back on the gurnie and the doctor held firmly onto the rails as they rushed her through the corridors. Logan, utterly bewildered, ran after them, trying to understand.

 What’s happening? Are you doing a C-section? Is she even pregnant? How is this possible? He blurted out between hurried steps and stunned glances. But Larry didn’t stop. We need to get these babies out immediately, he replied loudly. They’re not where they should be, and if we don’t act now, we could lose all three of them.” Those words hit Logan like a punch to the gut.

 And at the same time, as he felt the despair growing, he saw something that disconcerted him even further. “Grace, even propped up on the gurnie, even groaning in pain, was calm.” “Everything’s going to be all right,” she said, looking at her husband with a faint smile. Our children have always been a handful since the beginning, but now it’s okay. We’re going to be a family.

As soon as they arrived at the operating room, the doctor turned to Logan, placing a hand on his shoulder. You need to wait out here. This surgery is more complicated than a normal C-section. As soon as I have news, I’ll come back. Logan nodded, but his face clearly showed that he understood none of it.

 He sat on a bench outside, hands on his head, his thoughts swirling. None of this made any sense. Not at all. Where did those babies come from? On the other side of the door, inside the operating room, Kate handed the scalpel to the doctor who prepared for the procedure. Larry took a deep breath and observed Grace’s previous stitches again.

 It was there, exactly there, that he needed to cut. The same spot that had recently been opened. Let’s go, he said focused. They administered the anesthesia. The scalpel glided across the marked skin. Grace, even anesthetized, cried and smiled at the same time, whispering incomprehensible phrases as if talking to her children.

 Little by little, Larry accessed the inside of her belly. The muscles parted under his firm hands, and then finally, he removed the first baby. But a terrifying detail caught everyone’s attention. There was no crying, no sound. The small body moved slowly but in complete silence. Kate, seeing the baby in her arms, brought her hand to her mouth.

 “Oh my god!” she said, her voice choked with emotion, her eyes widened in horror. She shuddered and took a step back, letting out a terrifying scream. Outside, Logan heard the scream and as if on impulse kicked the door open and ran into the room. “What’s going on?” he exclaimed, pushing the door open forcefully. The scene he saw paralyzed him.

 Kate held the first baby in her arms, looking at it in terror. Beside her, Larry had just removed the second, and in an unthinkable gesture, threw the body to the ground as if it were any object. “Hey, what are you doing?” Logan shouted in a panic. “That that’s my son.” Larry, taking a deep breath, replied without turning his face. “Now I need to close the stitches immediately.

 The most important thing is to save your wife’s life.” But Logan didn’t hear anything else. He ran to where the second baby had been thrown. He knelt down. His trembling hands touched the small creature. And it was at that moment that he realized its skin wasn’t warm. Its body was rigid.

 And more than that, it wasn’t made of flesh. It was rubber silicone. A doll. This This isn’t a baby, he said, choking on his own words. This is a doll. A doll. Kate, still holding the other one in her hands, looked at him and confirmed the unthinkable. These are called reborn babies. They’re dolls made to look like real babies. Logan’s eyes welled up with tears. He shook his head, attempting to deny what was already glaringly obvious.

 “But how how did that end up inside my wife?” he asked, barely audible. And there in that moment of utter silence, everyone was confronted with a bizarre, surreal truth impossible to explain logically. But before we proceed and know the outcome of this story, tell me, would you buy a reborn doll? And what about people who take these dolls to hospitals seeking medical attention? Are they right to do so? Yes or no? Let me know in the comments. Also, tell me the area code of the city where you’re watching this video from, and I’ll leave a heart on

your comment. Now, returning to our narrative, it was then, confronted with that terrifying and utterly bizarre situation that Grace turned her still pale and sweat-drenched face to the professionals surrounding her, and in a voice that was weak yet resolute, inquired about her children. She wanted to see them.

 Despite being debilitated, still under the lingering effects of the anesthesia and with fresh surgical sutures on her abdomen, she insisted, “Where are my children? Where are my babies? Bring them to me now.” Her gaze swept across the doctor’s face, the head nurses, the assistants. She sought an immediate response. She yearned to see her children as any mother would after childbirth.

 But unlike any other woman who had given birth, what she requested was not reality. Dr. Larry, with a stern expression, and visibly shaken by everything that had just transpired in that operating room, slowly approached the bed. In a firm yet calm voice, he said, “Grace, you need to understand. There were no real babies inside you.

 What we found were two dolls, reborn dolls. They weren’t human. Upon hearing this, Grace erupted. A piercing scream echoed through the surgical center. Her eyes widened and she shook her head vehemently in denial. No, they are my children. My children. They were born from me. Yes. If they were born from me, they are my children.

 She screamed, already raising her arms as if she wanted to snatch them back. She turned abruptly to the sides of the bed, trying to sit up even without strength, saying in a trembling voice that they were stealing her children, that it was a kidnapping, that she couldn’t accept this. Faced with that agonizing scene, Kate, with a heavy heart, decided to pick up the two dolls that were still on the surgical tray and carefully handed them to Grace.

 The woman received them as if they were real newborns. She caressed the head of one, nestled the other in her left arm, and then lay down with the two dolls against her chest. She began to lull them affectionately, whispering sweet words, calling them by the name she had chosen months ago. “Mommy’s here, my loves.

Daddy’s here, too. No one will ever separate us again.” While this scene unfolded, Logan remained motionless, leaning against the wall of the room with tearary eyes and trembling hands. He watched it all without being able to say anything. He just cried.

 Tears streamed silently down his face, mirroring the ache of watching his wife so completely detached from reality, lost in a delusion that felt as genuine to her as existence itself. The tense silence that filled the room was broken only by Grace’s frail voice. Still conversing with the two dolls as if they were her children.

 She smiled at them, wept for them, cradled them as if they were alive. That was too painful. The truth was Grace had always dreamed of being a mother. From a very young age, she had envisioned the perfect life, a good husband, a house with a garden, and children running through the living room. It was a childhood dream that stayed with her well into adulthood. She had earned a degree in education and her passion for children was always evident.

 She cared for them with tenderness, patience, and dedication. She was the beloved teacher of her classes, the one who knew how to soothe a cry and bring forth a smile with just a glance. For a long time, Grace imagined what it would be like to hold her own child in her arms. She longed to see their eyes sparkling with joy, to hear their cries of hunger, their mischievous laughter.

 She imagined the baby’s scent, the touch of their skin, their little footsteps around the house. She dreamed of it more than anything. She didn’t have her first relationship until she was an adult after graduating and establishing herself. She met Logan, her first and only love, when she was just over 25. He was different from other men, gentle, honest, captivated by Grace’s lightness.

He never minded her shyness, her more reserved nature, and she, who had never kissed anyone before, gave herself to him completely. Their courtship lasted 3 years. Then came the wedding, a beautiful ceremony filled with family, smiles, and promises. With a house ready, financial stability, and a great deal of love, they decided it was time to take the next step, having children.

And it wasn’t long before the pregnancy test came back positive. Discovering the pregnancy was one of the greatest joys of the couple’s life. Grace wept with happiness. Logan was ecstatic. In less than a month, she had already transformed the spare room of the house into a nursery.

 She bought furniture, chose neutral colors, and imagined a thousand possibilities for the Leette. Everything was a celebration. And then in the fourth month came a new surprise. It was twins, a boy and a girl. Grace’s heart could barely contain itself. It was as if her life had finally found meaning.

 From then on, every step, every breath, every thought revolved around the two new lives growing inside her. But fate, cruel as it sometimes can be, turned everything upside down. That Monday afternoon, Grace was leaving school after another day of teaching. She stopped at a nearby toy store to buy the first little gifts for her children. She was happy. She was hopeful.

 The light turned green and she crossed the street. But the car came too fast. A reckless driver ran the red light and hit her head on. She was thrown into the air and landed hard on the sidewalk. The scene was horrific. Even injured, she hugged her belly, protecting her children. She cried, pleading for help.

The driver fled cowardly. Some people came to her aid, and she was immediately taken to the hospital. Logan, when notified, rushed as fast as he could. He was already by her side when Dr. Leona delivered the news. Grace would survive, but the babies didn’t make it. The impact was directly on her abdomen.

There was nothing more to be done. Two hearts had stopped beating before they even knew the world. And it was at that moment that Grace’s world crumbled. She denied reality. Screamed, cried, thrashed. She hugged her belly and said, “They were there. They were alive. They were moving.

” The pain was so great that she created a new truth within herself. And deep down she believed it with all her heart. But even worse news was yet to come. with a serious expression but with tenderness in her eyes. The doctor approached Grace’s bed and with the utmost care in her words said that she was very sorry but that a procedure to remove the stillborn babies would have to be done as quickly as possible. It was urgent.

 However, before she could finish, she was interrupted by a desperate scream. You’re not taking my children. No one is going to touch them. Grace screamed, arching her body forward as if forming a human barrier around her own belly. She cowered with her hands firmly over her abdomen, fighting tooth and claw to protect what remained of her hope.

 Her eyes seemed to spark like those of a lioness protecting her cubs. Every attempt by the medical team to approach was met with resistance. No, no, get away from me. They’re alive. No one is going to hurt my babies. Logan was by his wife’s side the entire time. also destroyed inside, also in pieces. But even so, he remained strong for her.

With tearfilled eyes, he approached cautiously and embraced her gently. He whispered words that only the two of them could hear. With all the anguish in the world, he tried to console the woman he loved so dearly, even knowing that his arms wouldn’t be able to bear the weight of the void that was forming in Grace’s heart.

 As he held her in a tight embrace, a nurse seized the opportunity to administer a sedative. Gradually, the screams subsided. Her eyes began to close, and her body, once tense, relaxed until she fainted. Hours later, when she regained consciousness, the first thing she did was rush her hands to her abdomen. She desperately searched for the bulge that was no longer there.

 Her fingers touched smooth skin and in an instant the memory returned like a whirlwind. She remembered the accident, the hospital, the pain, and finally the loss. A stifled scream turned into a sob. She wasn’t crying. She was collapsing. Each tear seemed to ache as if tearing her apart from the inside. Logan was there by her side, holding his wife’s hand with red and silent eyes.

It will pass, my love. I’m here with you,” he said, trying at least to be a support in this profound downfall. But Grace didn’t respond. She cried all day. She cried until nightfall. And when night fell, she couldn’t sleep. Not a minute. Logan stayed by her side without leaving.

 He watched his wife stagger between despair and silence, between pain and disbelief. The following morning, after an entire sleepless night, Grace, with a choked voice, held her husband’s hand tightly and spoke in a tone of false hope. We will have other children, won’t we? It’s not over for us. I’m young. We can still try.” Logan lowered his eyes. He hesitated, and she noticed.

 At that moment, something inside her broke. That pause, that silence, her husband’s lost gaze. Everything indicated that there was more. It was then that Dr. Leona returned to the room. Logan stood up and stood beside her, and the two of them together told the truth that was missing. Grace, the trauma was very severe. We had to act fast.

 We had to remove your uterus and also your ovaries. The woman froze for a moment. She didn’t even breathe. The sentence sounded like a verdict. “You will no longer be able to get pregnant. I’m so sorry,” the doctor concluded with a firm voice, but visibly shaken. Grace widened her eyes. Then she brought her hands to her face.

 And then, as if being torn apart from the inside, she began to scream. A scream so profound, so laden with sorrow that it reverberated through the corridors. Logan tried to embrace her, but she was trembling uncontrollably, striking her own legs as if trying to awaken from a nightmare. The ensuing days were filled with mourning. Mourning for two babies who would never come to be. Mourning for a shattered dream.

 The woman who once smiled at the slightest thing whose eyes sparkled when she spoke of children had become a mere shadow of her former self. She withdrew. She isolated herself. She ceased working. She didn’t want to see anyone. Logan did everything he could. He attempted to buoy his wife’s spirits with plans, trips, new possibilities. He even broached the subject of adoption.

But Grace wouldn’t hear of it. I wanted to feel them moving. I wanted to give birth. I wanted to breastfeed. She would say in a low voice, staring at the walls of the room where they had assembled the crib. The crib that remained there untouched. that she never allowed to be removed.

 Months passed and nothing changed until one day Logan was at work and realized he had forgotten some documents at home. Initially, he contemplated taking the car and going back, but he soon conceived the idea of using this as a pretext to get his wife out of the house. Little did he know what was about to transpire. Logan called Grace and gently requested that she bring them to the supermarket.

 She hesitated but eventually agreed. For the first time in many months, she left the house. In the supermarket parking lot, Grace witnessed a scene that stirred her in an inexplicable way. A young mother pushing a stroller, all smiles, was playing with her child. She was singing softly. The baby was laughing.

 And that image was everything Grace had dreamed of for herself. Overcome by an impulse, she began to follow the woman from a distance. She observed everything. And it was when the mother sat down on a bench and picked up the baby that Grace mustered the courage. He’s so beautiful. May I hold him for a little while? She asked in a trembling voice. The woman smiled. Of course you may.

 And she handed over the baby. But as soon as she took him into her arms, Grace felt something strange. The baby was cold. stiff. Something didn’t make sense. She looked at the woman confused. “Haven’t you noticed yet?” the mother asked with a smile. “He’s not a real baby. He’s a reborn.” “Reborn?” Grace repeated. They’re dolls.

 Very realistic. But they’re dolls. I can’t have children. That’s why I take care of him as if he were my own. It makes me feel good. Mine smiles, but there are others, my friend. Others that do everything a real baby does. They just don’t get sick. Grace was in shock. The stranger was holding that baby as if it were real.

 It was unbelievable, so alike, so perfect, so human. And there, in that simple conversation, a seed was planted. That same night, upon arriving home, Grace researched these so-called reborn dolls. She read everything. She watched videos. She discovered that there were models that cried, moved, even breathed.

 And she discovered something more. There were places that molded the doll’s faces based on the features of the mother or father. And it was there at that moment that it all began. Grace, who had previously been merely the portrait of sadness, now spent entire days with her cell phone in her hands, immersed in videos, stories, and testimonies of women who cared for reborn babies as if they were real children.

 She read comments, watched emotional accounts, saw posts with photos, read support forums, and little by little, something new began to form within her. a fixed idea, a baby that would never grow up, an eternal child that she could care for every day of her life. It was the way she had found to fill the void that cruel fate had left. Logan soon noticed the change.

 The woman, who for months had been immersed in melancholy, now showed a sparkle in her eyes, an enthusiasm he hadn’t seen since her pregnancy. In the beginning, her husband said nothing. He merely observed, believing that perhaps it was a positive thing. But he had no idea how far it could all go. Some weeks passed and Grace finally made a decision.

 She would have a reborn baby. Not just one, but two. They would be the twins she had lost in the past. She researched manufacturers looking for the most realistic and the most complete. She chose a specialized company and sent numerous photos of herself and Logan. She wanted two babies identical to them with every possible detail, eyes, skin, hair.

 She paid for all the available features, movements, crying, heartbeats, even the simulation of bodily functions and more. She demanded that the production take exactly 9 months, like a real gestation. She wanted to relive each stage. She wanted to feel, even if it was all an illusion, what it was to be a mother. It was then that she began to announce to Logan that she was pregnant.

 In the beginning, he simply tried to convince her that it was impossible. He explained that she could no longer get pregnant, spoke gently about adoption, but she would interrupt him, always with the same answer. Our children are coming. It’s only a few months away. Logan fell into despair.

 She sought out a psychologist, attempted to schedule appointments, and solicited help from doctors, but Grace refused any treatment. She claimed she wasn’t sick, merely a mother awaiting the arrival of her children, and that he, as the father, simply needed to believe. And so, the ninth month arrived, and with it, madness reached a new echelon.

 Grace no longer had control over her own sanity. She was completely immersed in her fantasy. And it was then that she conceived an idea that transcended any boundary of reality. If the reborn babies were to be born, then she should have them in a hospital like any mother. With the little money she still had saved and completely consumed by her disorder, Grace committed the unthinkable. She paid an unlicensed doctor to cut open her abdomen and place the dolls inside.

 She wanted them to be born from her womb. Afterward, she was left at the hospital’s doorstep, claiming she was about to give birth. And so returning to that afternoon at the hospital, shortly after the supposed delivery, Grace held the two dolls in her arms, the two reborns, and with tears in her eyes, said to Logan, “They’re here. They’re finally here, our children.

” Logan watched the scene in silence, his heart shattered. He saw in his wife’s eyes the happiness she so desperately sought, but also the traces of a deep, irreparable trauma. She had undergone an illegal surgery, entrusted her body to just anyone for an illusion. He approached slowly, sat beside her, and gently stroke the dolls.

 “They’re beautiful,” he said, forcing a smile. “Our children are beautiful,” he knew he couldn’t argue at that moment. The important thing was her life, which by a miracle had been preserved. Maintaining the charade was the least he could do. Dr. Larry and nurse Kate were in the corner of the room, observing everything in silence.

 They both understood from Logan’s gaze that it was neither the time for judgment nor confrontation. It was a time for respect, nothing more. Shortly afterward, Grace fell asleep, still with the dolls by her side. With care, she was taken to a private room where she would remain in recovery. In the adjoining room, Logan explained everything to the doctor and the nurse.

 He recounted the accident, the loss of the twins, the removal of the uterus, the sadness that consumed his wife, and how it had all escalated to that point. Kate, deeply moved, listened to everything. Then she took out her cell phone, opened her photo gallery, and showed Larry an image. In the photo, she was smiling next to her husband and two small children. These are my kids. They’re adopted.

 I was never able to conceive, Kate said, her eyes welling up. I blamed myself for years. But adopting was the best decision of my life. Being a mother isn’t about bringing someone into the world. It’s about love. Have faith, Logan. Your wife will heal yet. Larry nodded silently, visibly moved.

 Later, when Grace woke up in the room, the first thing she did was look for her reborn dolls. “Where are they? Where are my children?” she asked anxiously, looking around. Logan took a deep breath. He knew he couldn’t feed that fantasy any longer. Grace, my love, there were no children. There were no babies. What do you mean, no? They were born. They looked just like us.

 They were going to be our babies forever. she said, crying. Logan held her hands firmly. “I know how much you’ve suffered. I know how much you love them. But now we need to move forward together. Overcome this together. They’re not here anymore.” He said, referring to the babies who were lost after the accident near the school. Grace closed her eyes.

 Silent tears streamed down her face, and Logan with a broken heart embraced her tightly, whispering, “We’re going to get through this together.” But Grace still resisted. She remained immersed in denial, clinging to the idea that everything she had experienced was real, that her children existed, that the birth had happened, that the love she felt couldn’t be a delusion.

 But Logan, with a patience that only true love knows, began to talk to her as in the old days. He recalled forgotten stories, happy moments, the beginning of their courtship, trips, laughter, the first ultrasound, the anticipation of setting up the baby’s nursery. And then, in a moment of silence, as he spoke of a specific day, the one on which they had chosen the children’s names, something inside, Grace, broke.

 The memory that her mind had buried under layers of pain and fantasy emerged like a lightning bolt. The car, the impact, the pain, the anguish, and the loss. She collapsed. She cried as she had never cried before. It was no longer the cry of delusion, but that of truth. A raw, anguished cry of someone who finally faces the pain head on.

 For the first time, Grace saw clearly what she had done. She saw the madness. She saw the void she had tried to fill. And she understood that there was still a long road ahead to healing. In the ensuing months, she began intensive treatment. Psychologists, psychiatrists, emotional support. She confronted one by one the phantoms that had been haunting her.

 Logan remained by her side, never leaving her for a single day. He took a leave of absence from work, traveled with her, took her to see the sea, to breathe, to live. Kate also proved to be supportive. Touched by Grace’s story, she began paying frequent visits, becoming a friend to the woman. Over time, Grace returned to teaching. She resumed her routine, still with scars, but with her head held high.

 And alongside Kate, she began participating in visits to orphanages where she did volunteer work. On one of these afternoons, she met two little siblings, a curious boy and a girl with a sweet gaze and a gentle voice. When the little girl asked her with all the innocence in the world, “You’re so nice. You could be my mom, right?” Something was reborn in Grace’s heart.

An old, almost forgotten love began to throb again. She wept, not from pain, but from acceptance. Months later, she and Logan adopted the children. They gave them a home, comfort, and everything that previously only existed in dreams. Grace finally learned that being a mother isn’t just about giving birth. It’s about welcoming. It’s about loving.

It’s about giving yourself, even with a mended heart. And now, as she watched the two of them running around the house, she knew she was finally a mother. Not to the children she had dreamed of, but to the ones that life in all its unpredictable poetry had delivered to her. Comment soulmother.