Our journey to having a child began many years ago. My husband and I dreamed of having a baby, but as time passed, the miracle still hadn’t come. The doctors reassured us that our health was fine, but told us to be patient.
Over the years, we tried everything: diets, breathing exercises, vitamins… Then we turned to folk remedies.
Grandmothers, neighbors, even strangers at the clinic recommended the most unbelievable things: drinking burdock tea, using honey suppositories, and even wearing lucky clothes.
“Do you have something lucky?” asked my grandmother, who was known for her quirky advice.
I thought about it for a moment. Yes, I did have a lucky shirt—old, but special to me. I’d won a school contest in that shirt, and later, I even met my husband while wearing it. I also added a warm, cozy winter hat.
We followed my grandmother’s advice, and a few weeks later, the miracle happened—I found out I was pregnant! The joy was indescribable. And I thought, if these lucky items helped me conceive, why not bring them with me to the hospital?
When the contractions started, I panicked and rushed to pack my things. In the chaos, I tossed everything into one bag: the shirt and the hat.
At the hospital, something unexpected happened. I insisted on wearing my lucky shirt and hat. The doctor rolled her eyes at first, but after hearing my reasoning (and a little cash), she gave in.
Then, as I lay in the ward, the nurse came in and handed me a pair of skates as though it was completely normal. I ended up walking around the hallways in those ridiculous skates for hours.
As I sat in the pre-labor room, I noticed that all the other women were wearing regular hospital slippers.
When labor started, I completely forgot everything and screamed, “Why do I need these skates?!”
The doctor, trying not to laugh, replied, “You asked for them yourself!”
That’s when I remembered my rushed packing. The skates had been in my bag from a winter walk, and I’d forgotten to take them out. Everyone was laughing, but all I could think about was one thing: I just hoped the baby would be healthy.
When it was all over, I was holding our long-awaited baby girl. The laughter and awkwardness disappeared, and only joy remained. Now, when I look at those skates, they make me smile—they’re a reminder of the journey to happiness.
