But soon, my belly became so enormous that even my neighbors started staring at me in disbelief.
One afternoon, my daughter-in-law, Sarah, came to visit.
She stared at my belly for a long moment before suddenly asking:
“Mom, I’m sorry to ask, but have you seen a doctor recently?”
“Why?”
“Because this isn’t normal. You really need to get checked.”
I laughed.
“Sarah, I’m eighty years old! What on earth do you think could be happening to me?”
But three nights later, I woke up to a sensation I hadn’t experienced in more than fifty years.
It felt as though something was moving inside my belly.
I froze.
Slowly, I placed my hand on my stomach.
A few seconds later, I felt the movement again.
The next morning, I asked my son to take me to the hospital.
The doctor was a woman in her early forties.
