MAYBE EIGHT BABIES? EVEN MY DOCTOR LOOKED SHOCKED

When I first found out I was pregnant, I cried from pure joy. My husband, Mateo, picked me up and spun me around the living room like we were in a rom-com. We’d been trying for a while. One baby, maybe two if we were lucky, was all we hoped for.

But around week 16, things started feeling… off. My belly was already huge. People at the grocery store started asking if I was due any day now. One woman flat-out asked, “Are there four in there or five?” I laughed, but deep down, I was nervous. I didn’t feel “normal pregnant.”

By the time I hit week 20, I couldn’t walk from the couch to the kitchen without catching my breath. My back ached constantly, and I could literally seemy belly move like waves under the skin. Mateo googled it obsessively. I stopped looking in the mirror altogether.

At our anatomy scan, even the ultrasound tech did a double take. “Hold on… I need to get the doctor,” she said, leaving the machine still on my stomach. Mateo’s eyes met mine. He looked pale.

The doctor came in, looked at the screen, then at me, then back at the screen.

“How many do you think are in there?” he asked gently.

I just stared at him. “Twins?” I offered, already knowing that wasn’t it.

He chuckled nervously, rubbed his neck, and said, “Let’s just say… this is going to be a very big delivery.”

Now the internet’s going wild over our story. Someone posted a photo of me in the waiting room and it went viral. People are making guesses—quadruplets, sextuplets, even eight.

But here’s the thing… I still don’t know the full count. Not really. Not for sure.

Weeks passed and the bump kept growing like it had a mind of its own. I had three different doctors, six ultrasounds, and countless people trying to “figure out” what was going on. Every scan showed one baby—but huge. Like, off-the-charts huge. One doctor thought maybe it was a misreading, or I had excess fluid. Another started murmuring about a potential growth disorder. One even suggested I might be farther along than we thought. But my dates were solid.

Meanwhile, strangers online were dissecting every photo of me like I was some kind of celebrity pregnancy mystery. The comments ranged from sweet to absolutely unhinged. One woman wrote, “She’s carrying a football team.” Another said, “It’s definitely eight, she’s just not allowed to say.”

Honestly, all the attention made things worse. I started second-guessing myself. Some nights I laid in bed crying, wondering what was really going on with my body. Why was I so big? Why couldn’t they just tell me for sure?

Then, on February 18th, everything came to a head

I woke up that morning with this deep, heavy pressure in my pelvis. I hadn’t felt anything like it before. We called the hospital and they told us to come in. I wasn’t even nervous anymore—I just wanted answers.

A few hours later, I was prepped for a C-section. The baby had grown so large that my doctors didn’t want to risk waiting any longer. Mateo held my hand while they wheeled me in, and I’ll never forget the moment they lifted him up.

“One baby,” the doctor said with a grin. “But oh man, what a baby.”

Our son—just one baby—weighed in at 9 pounds, 8 ounces, and measured 22-and-a-half inches long. No twins. No hidden siblings. Just one big, healthy boy.

We named him Kairo.

The nurses joked that he skipped the newborn stage entirely. He was alert, strong, and already trying to lift his own head. One of the pediatricians chuckled and said, “He looks like he’s ready for kindergarten.”

And just like that, the mystery was solved. No multiple babies. No medical anomaly. Just a big ol’ baby who managed to confuse half the internet and every medical staff member we came across.

In the end, it reminded me that every pregnancy is different. The internet can guess, doctors can speculate, but your body’s going to do what it’s going to do. All that stress and worry over “how many,” and the truth was simple.

One baby. One miracle. One very full heart.

If you smiled reading this, go ahead and share it. You never know who needs to hear that things don’t have to be perfect to turn out beautiful. 💛 Like this post if you believe in trusting the process—even when it gets weird.

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