Having learned all this, my husband said to leave the child in the maternity hospital, then we will have another child, and I said that this was out of the question. In short, we broke up because he did not want a sick child, problems and so on.
We broke up, years passed and during these years he was not interested in us, and we were not interested in him either. My child has grown up and thank God we have been operated on. The operation was difficult, but successful and difficulties are a thing of the past.

Once, when we went to the park, I suddenly saw him lying near the trash can with a bottle in his hand. I never imagined in my life that one day I would be in such a pitiful state. He saw me and the child, realized that it was his child, looked at him with a pitiful look, but did not dare to come closer, and the child pulled my hand, saying: “Mom, let’s go, what is there, you are looking for a long time.”

Of course, I didn’t say anything to him, we passed, we left, but whatever happened, it’s my fault that he ended up in such a pitiful and helpless position, and I don’t know what brought him to such a state.