lucky woman who was expecting 1 baby delivers 7.What happens next is amazing
A mother gives birth to Septuplets, who were abandoned by their father. Watch how they became after 20 years.
You think having twins or triplets is hard? Henry and Sarah Kaplan had septuplets. That’s seven babies!!
The first set of septuplets to survive labor, the Kaplans were miracle babies, and for a time they became media stars.
While the birth itself took only six minutes, the hard work of raising seven children. would last a lifetime.
How did they do it??
Love is a powerful emotion. Throughout history couples in love have caused wars and controversy, created masterpieces in writing, music, and art, and have captured the hearts of the public with the power of their bonds.
From the allure of Cleopatra to the magnetism of the Kennedy’s, these love affairs have stood as markers in history. Prepare to swoon over the love story of the century.
After a crazy love story between , who works for a big company as a Life Insurance Administrator and Sarah who works as a Life Insurance Advisor (Who says insurance can’t be cool!! they finally decided to marry, start a family and have many children to bring joy and happiness to the family.
lucky woman who was expecting 1 baby delivers 7
“You know when you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” — Dr. Seuss
Despite the opposition of Sarah’s family to this marriage because they saw in an irresponsible reckless person, Sarah’s insistence and love for surpassed all difficulties.
indeed, they got married and held a legendary wedding that culminated in a beautiful trip to the Caribbean Islands to spend their honeymoon. After many attempts to conceive failed, the unexpected happened.
The doctor shocked the husband with the news that he had partial infertility and that they may not have children.
After long suffering and a journey to find a solution or treatment for the problem, suddenly one cold winter day, while the wife was conducting laboratory tests in the clinic, the doctor told her that she was pregnant.
Sarah was shocked and the first thing she did was call her husband who was busy all the time with his work in the car insurance company to tell him the good news.
accepted the news with great joy with this surprise. finally, the atmosphere inside the family turned and they became very happy waiting impatiently for their new baby.
“The doctors told us they were identical and the odds of that happening without fertility drugs was one in 200 million,”
she continued. “We were completely speechless and stunned. At our 15-week scan we found out we were expecting 7 babies.”
In the seventh month of pregnancy, on an unusual basis, Sarah felt the pain of labor, so her husband took her to the maternity hospital. The nurse came and told him that his wife had given birth to 7 children.
‘s face was in shock with this amazing news. after returning from the hospital the family settled into the routine of looking after 7 babies at once.
After some time, ‘s got fired from his job and became unemployed. the stress of loosing his job and looking after his family, returned to drinking excessively and stay out nights. eventually he abandoned his wife and children under the pretext of his inability to provide for his family
Ironically, we were literally painting our very own picket fence when he told me.
Our neighbors had come over and inspected the colour we had selected. Then we were away, paining our picket fence. It was a sunny day, our home by the beach, my little family complete.
As with any family home improvement task, there was a brief, passionate discussion between my husband and me about doing it this way and not that way.
Nevertheless, we proceeded. Halfway through, I took a break. Standing was difficult post-birth despite it being eight weeks ago. Unfortunately, I had sustained a hematoma on my labia during the birth .
Apparently, that’s not something you learn about when becoming an obstetrician or midwife. And it’s something that, 10 years ago, I would have died from. My right labia had swelled to the size of a football, instantaneously after delivering my second child. Slightly amusing, incredibly traumatic, and agonizing beyond comprehension.
I remember the look on the obstetrician’s face as he broke a sweat applying pressure to stop the swelling, and when I asked what was happening, all he said was “It’s not good”.
The vomiting began as my body went into shock and I tried to hold my baby. Doctors and midwives filled the room. I recall the shocked look on my husband’s face.
I was unable to sit or stand for almost four weeks post-birth. I had a catheter for three weeks and the bruising resembled a purple pair of knickers so precisely.
Midwives documented and photographed my vagina with an iPad, second opinions were sought and a four hourly cocktail of Endone, Tramadol, Voltaren and Panadol allowed me to breastfeed, change over my ice pack and empty the bag of wee strapped to my thigh.
Surely I had overcome the worst? I continued painting the fence. A slightly heated discussion arose regarding missed spots between pickets and before I knew it my husband had announced he was ‘done’. Done being my husband. Done being ‘just a dad’.
Done with this ordinary family life by the beach in the suburbs. My ability to comprehend what was happening was hindered by the newborn fog, accompanied by the effects of Endone.
What transpired over the following weeks and then months was enough to break anyone. I rode his wave, after all I loved him. Through counselling, arguments, him coming and going for days at a time.
Sworn to secrecy I was ordered not tell family and friends. My eight-week-old picked up on the stress I was under and stopped sleeping. So did I. I cried every time I looked at my 7 children. I couldn’t begin to comprehend saying goodbye to them every second weekend – they were so young.
I confided in a friend and a professional, and I was told to have no regrets, if I thought it would save my marriage, keep my family together, to do it. And I did. I did it all. He took advantage of my efforts to keep us together and abused it, in every way.
A question I repeatedly get asked is: if I look back on everything now, did I know this was coming? My answer: “No f**king way!” As far as I knew, we had our sh*t together. Both successful and driven in our careers, we achieved a lot professionally and subsequently financially.
We had two beautiful, happy, healthy children. We supported and loved each other effortlessly. Perhaps, there was the standard lack of ‘hot, tear each other’s clothes off’ sex, after almost seven years of marriage and more so after having our first child.
But nothing most new parents can’t work through, or so I thought. I was wrong. Today marks one year since I became a ‘single mum’. A title? Label? Stigma? Category? Regardless, something I never contemplated referring to myself as, and I don’t think I will.
I wasn’t called a ‘Married Mum’, I don’t want to be called a ‘Single Mum’. Now I am staring down the barrel of starting again, from scratch. There is something equally refreshing and terrifying about this. I guess I did always enjoy a challenge.
what become of them after 20 years: