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I got pregnant very late. For 5 years already I have stopped thinking and dreaming about a child, when I found out that I was five-months pregnant. As the majority of drug addicted women, I never had regular periods, therefore the delay was not an indicator for me. I started to gain some weight, but always thought that it was a result of the improved appetite. Basically, all the addicts have poor appetite, even though sometimes there is a craving for fruits and sweets. The body needs energy, therefore you strenuously start eating.

A friend of mine noticed my plumpness, which seemed ho her far from normal. She noted that my body changed unevenly – the face was skinny, whereas belly and hips gained some weight. She was the first one to propose the idea of my pregnancy. For me, it was like bolt from the blue. I was shocked. Until the last moment, I didn't believe that it all was for real. I was literally walking on air, however all the relatives and close ones never shared my happiness. I was an addict, my husband was an addict, and what kind of kid can we give birth to? No one believed that he would be born healthy, but I had no doubts that everything would be just wonderful. I knew for sure that this late pregnancy was granted to me for the better. I knew that it would be a boy, a healthy boy. I named him right after I believed into this.

I started to believe in God during the labour. The birth pains stopped three times for 12 hours and doctors finally had to induce the labour. Doctors tried to reanimate my boy for 15 min, all of them gathered around my boy. I was screaming, praying God to take me instead, to grant my life to the boy, but 15 min later he started to breathe. Doctors told me that it was impossible and no need to reanimate, if a new born didn’t breathe for more than 7 min. It was like a miracle for me and the doctors. What can I say about me? At this moment I swore to the God that I would never ever steal and take something that doesn’t belong to me in this life. I fulfilled the promise and I would never dare to break it. I still don’t understand why I didn’t swear to break off with drugs…

When the boy started breathing, the faith to God came from somewhere inside. From the first minutes of his life for three years I never left him alone. I totally broke off injecting and lived, and breathed only by him, never leaving him for a minute and not allowing anyone to touch him. He was like a doll – white, clean and groomed. I always washed him in herbs and healed by herbs. I don’t remember him being sick. Everyone called him as an earl’s son. These three years were the best in my live. I thank God for this.