The nurse checked Lucy’s twins before sending them home, but Lucy was shocked when the nurse brought them back. Instead of a boy and a girl, as Lucy had given birth to, the nurse brought two baby girls.
Lucy and her husband, Ross, had tried for a long time to have children, and they were thrilled when they found out they were expecting twins.
An ultrasound had shown they were having one boy and one girl, so the couple was eagerly waiting for their arrival. But when the nurse returned with two girls after the examination, Lucy’s face went pale.
Source: Pexels“Where is my son? What have you done with him? And who is this other baby girl?” Lucy demanded, looking straight at the nurse who had just brought the babies back.
“They’re both your daughters,” said the nurse, Savannah, her eyes glued to the paperwork. “I checked everything twice, and there’s no mistake.”
“Are you serious?” Lucy snapped. “I have reports showing I was supposed to deliver a boy and a girl. And after the delivery, I was told the same. There’s no way they’re both girls!”
Lucy saw the fear in the nurse’s eyes as she looked up from her papers. She was about to confront her further when Dr. Linda Carter walked in. “Could you please keep your voice down, ma’am? This is a hospital,” she said calmly.
“Keep my voice down? Your nurse brings me the wrong child and tells me she’s sure of it! Is this how your hospital runs? Should I contact the head doctor about this?” Lucy shot back.
“I agree with my wife,” Ross, Lucy’s husband, added. “We don’t want to make a scene, but if our son isn’t returned to us, we’ll call the police!”
“Please, sir, calm down,” Dr. Carter responded. “I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding. Savannah has been with us for years. Maybe she grabbed the wrong paperwork. Savannah, may I see the documents?” Dr. Carter asked. Savannah hesitated and then stammered, “No need, ma’am…I mean, I checked them. They’re correct.”
Dr. Carter sensed something odd and said gently, “It’s okay. Just let me take a quick look.” But when she reviewed the papers, she realized Lucy was right.
“Please give me a moment,” Dr. Carter said. “It seems Savannah brought the wrong reports. Another patient named Lucy Matthews also delivered twins, and it seems Savannah got confused.”
“I’m glad you finally saw the mistake,” Lucy said coldly. “Perhaps next time, your hospital could hire more careful staff.”
“I’m truly sorry, ma’am,” Dr. Carter said, turning to Savannah. “Come with me, Savannah. We need to get the correct records.”
Lucy noticed the tears in Savannah’s eyes as she followed Dr. Carter. Something seemed strange, so she decided to follow them quietly.
She watched as they entered Dr. Carter’s office, where Savannah started to cry. The door was slightly open, so Lucy listened in.
“What were you thinking, Savannah?” Dr. Carter said firmly. “Lucy Matthews delivered twins: a boy and a girl at 10:30 a.m. today. The reports confirm it. Why aren’t you telling the truth?”
“I didn’t have a choice,” Savannah sobbed. “The other baby girl belongs to my sister. Her husband abandoned her when he learned of her pregnancy, and sadly, she passed away after giving birth. I wanted to adopt her, but my husband refused.”
“Why don’t you place her in a foster home?” Dr. Carter suggested. “She’d be taken care of there.”
“I can’t,” Savannah replied, still crying. “My sister’s last wish was for her daughter to grow up in a loving family. When I saw Mr. and Mrs. Matthews today, I thought they’d be a wonderful family for her. So I swapped Mrs. Matthews’ son with my sister’s daughter and took him to the nursery.”
“But that’s not right, Savannah,” Dr. Carter said gently. “You need to return their son now. We’ll keep this confidential. I’ll help you find a solution.”
Hearing this, Lucy felt a mix of emotions. Savannah had no ill intentions; she simply wanted her niece to be part of a loving family. Lucy quietly returned to her room.
A few minutes later, Dr. Carter brought Lucy’s son back and apologized. Having overheard the situation, Lucy chose not to complain. But that night, she couldn’t stop thinking about the other baby girl and her innocent face.
The next morning, Lucy confessed her feelings to Ross. “I can’t stop thinking about her,” she said. “I dreamt about her last night. She was in our home, living happily with us. It doesn’t make sense, but I can’t shake it.”
“It’s because of yesterday, honey,” Ross said, trying to comfort her. “Maybe you need a distraction. How about we go somewhere?”
“No, Ross,” Lucy replied. “I want to adopt her.”
“But honey!” Ross exclaimed. “Are you sure? We already have two newborns. A third would be a lot to manage!”
“I understand, but I can’t ignore this feeling,” Lucy insisted. “Can we please go to the hospital today?”
“Alright, if this is what you want,” Ross agreed. “I’m with you, but I just want to make sure it’s not too much for you.”
Ross eventually changed his mind when he met the baby. She had warm brown eyes with a hint of green and stared at him innocently. He couldn’t resist her charm.
“I’m so glad you’ve decided to adopt her,” Dr. Carter said. “She’s lucky to have found a loving family.”
“Well, doctor,” Lucy said, smiling, “after so much time trying for kids, we can’t ignore this chance now. Just let us know when we can bring her home.”
“As soon as the paperwork is ready,” Dr. Carter assured them.
In time, everything was arranged, and Lucy and Ross took the little girl home. They named her Amelia, and it felt like their family was finally complete.
Savannah often visited them to check in, grateful beyond words. She became a regular visitor, spending weekends with the twins, Sia and Mark, and Amelia.
My granddaughter kicked me out of my house because I married at 81. I gave her a BIG lesson
I had always believed that family was the cornerstone of life. After losing my daughter and son-in-law in that tragic car accident, I knew my purpose was to be there for Jenny. I sold my house, the home where I’d lived for decades, to pay for her college education. She was a bright, ambitious girl with a future full of promise. Every day, I put her needs above mine, ensuring she had everything she needed to succeed. In those moments, I almost forgot about my own happiness.
Then, Gerald entered my life. We had known each other for years, having grown up in the same neighborhood. He was my childhood friend, the boy who used to tease me by pulling my braids and then offer to carry my books home. Over the years, we lost touch, only to reconnect at a community event. He was the same sweet, gentle Gerald I remembered, and we quickly rekindled our friendship. But this time, it blossomed into something more – something beautiful and unexpected. At 81, I never thought I would find love again, but there it was, shining brightly in front of me.
The Proposal
When Gerald proposed, I felt like a teenager again, my heart fluttering with joy and excitement. I couldn’t wait to tell Jenny. I imagined she would be happy for me, supportive even. After all, hadn’t I been there for her every step of the way? But the reaction I received was far from what I expected.
Jenny was furious. “You’re too old for this, Grandma! An old lady in a white dress – it’s embarrassing!” Her words cut deep, but I tried to reason with her. She started blaming me for disrespecting her late grandfather, saying he would be disappointed in me. I understood her grief, but I couldn’t let it dictate my happiness. I had given up so much for her; was it so wrong to want a little joy in my life?
The Fallout
The situation escalated when Jenny found out about Gerald moving in. She went ballistic, refusing to share the house with him. “There is no way I’m living with that old man!” she yelled, her face red with anger. I tried to explain, to calm her down, but she wouldn’t listen. Before I knew it, she was packing up my belongings, throwing them into suitcases and garbage bags. The next thing I knew, I was out on the streets, homeless and heartbroken.
But I couldn’t just forget what Jenny had done. She needed to learn a lesson – one that would make her understand the value of family and respect. So, I took action. I consulted a lawyer and began the process of reclaiming my house. I had sold it to pay for her education, but I still had rights. The legal battle was tough, but with Gerald by my side, I persevered.
The Lesson
One day, there was a knock on Jenny’s door. She opened it to find a process server handing her an eviction notice. Her face went pale as she read the document. I had reclaimed my house, and she was the one being asked to leave. She tried to fight it, but the law was on my side.
In the end, I found my happiness and restored my relationship with Jenny. It wasn’t the path I expected, but it was the one that led me to where I am today – surrounded by love and finally, truly happy.
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