Imagine having not one but eleven babies asking for your attention at once. That is the life of Christina Ozturk, a 23-year-old woman, and she couldn’t be any happier. In fact, she is so in love with children, she is planning to have an even larger family.
Bright Side interviewed the young mother to share a glimpse of her life with our audience. In the end, you’ll find a sweet video of all the kids.
Teenage baby momma
When Christina was 17 years old, she had her first child, Victoria. She was a single mother, but her life changed when she met her now-husband while on vacation. According to her, he fell in love with her at first sight and asked her to marry him and have lots of kids.
The secret to having the largest family ever
Most of Christina’s children were born at the same time and are of the same age! Since it is impossible, to have so many kids at once, she and her husband turned to surrogacy to build themselves a large family quickly. Even if she didn’t give birth to all of them, she’s still their biological momma. The couple wishes to have dozens more babies, but they have not planned an exact number yet.
It takes a village to take care of the babies.
Her 56-year-old millionaire partner is a super dad who makes sure that everyone’s needs are met in the family. To help Christina take care of the kids in the best way, they’ve got nannies and several assistants.
A regular day for Christina
Christina tells us that she and her husband have divided the responsibilities between themselves. He takes care of work and she looks after the children. They go on walks, play board games, and watch movies with the kids regularly. They’ve reserved weekends for quality family time and regardless of the day, they make sure to have their meals together.
Bonus: Watch how the gang gets together for photoshoots.
If you had the time and money, would you like to have a large family too?
Preview photo credit batumi_mama / Instagram
My husband wanted a divorce because I couldn’t give him a son. What happened next changed our lives forever.
Marriage had always been a partnership of love and support, or at least that’s what I believed when Steve and I first tied the knot 16 years ago. Over time, we were blessed with five beautiful daughters, each one a joy and a challenge in her own way. Yet, in Steve’s eyes, our family lacked something crucial: a son.
Steve’s desire for a male heir became an obsession, overshadowing every happy moment we had. His traditional mindset dictated that a man’s legacy could only be carried on by a son, and our daughters, no matter how wonderful, were seen as inadequate. This belief had eaten away at the fabric of our marriage, turning our once joyous union into a battleground of unmet expectations and silent resentment.
Steve’s job kept him away most of the time, leaving me to juggle the responsibilities of raising our daughters, maintaining the household, and managing a part-time online job. His absence wasn’t just physical; it was emotional too. He was a shadow in our home, present yet distant, and his discontent seeped into every corner of our lives.
The Breaking Point
One late night, a seemingly innocent conversation spiraled into a full-blown argument. I had suggested trying one more time for a son, even though I was already forty. Steve’s response was brutal and laced with years of pent-up frustration.
“Shut up already,” he snapped. “We’ve been together for 16 years and you couldn’t bring me a son. What makes you think you will do it this time?”
I tried to reason with him, “But Steve, only God…”
“ONLY GOD DECIDED TO PUNISH ME WITH YOU AND ANOTHER 5 FEMALES,” he yelled, his face contorted with anger. “I wish I could go back in time and change everything.”
The venom in his words was palpable, and it stung more than any physical blow could. Our daughters, our life together, everything we had built was being torn down in this moment of raw emotion. Suddenly, we heard a noise behind the door. When we checked, there was no one there, and we dismissed it as the creaking of an old house. Little did we know, that sound was a harbinger of the events that would soon unfold.
The Missing Child
The next day, our lives took an unexpected turn. It was 6 pm, and Lisa, our 12-year-old, was always home by this time. Panic set in when she didn’t show up. As worry gnawed at us, Sara, our second-born, came running with tears streaming down her face, clutching a letter.
Steve snatched the letter from her hand and began reading. His face went ashen, his eyes widened with fear. He turned to me, his voice trembling, “This is serious.”
The letter was a ransom note. It claimed that Lisa had been kidnapped and demanded an exorbitant amount of money for her safe return. The instructions were clear: no police, no tricks, or we’d never see her again.
The Race Against Time
Our world was shattered. The next hours were a blur of frantic phone calls, desperate plans, and heart-wrenching decisions. Steve, usually stoic and composed, was a mess. His obsession with having a son seemed insignificant now compared to the possibility of losing his daughter.
The experience taught us that the value of family isn’t determined by gender but by the love, respect, and support we give each other. Steve learned to cherish his daughters and our marriage, realizing that true happiness comes from within and is nurtured by the bonds we share.
Our lives were forever changed by that harrowing experience, but it also brought us closer, forging a stronger, more resilient family. The past year had been incredibly tough, but it led to a new beginning, one where we could all be truly happy together.
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