A 36-year-old Ugandan mother who has given birth to 44 children has been banned from having any more babies.
Mariam Nabatanzi delivered twins a year after she was married off at the age of 12. Five more sets of twins followed — along with four sets of triplets and five sets of quadruplets.
Three years ago, however, the 39-year-old Ugandan was abandoned by her husband, leaving her to support their surviving 38 children alone.
This has thrown her family into poverty.
She lives with her children in four cramped houses made of cement blocks and topped with corrugated iron in a village surrounded by coffee fields 31 miles north of Kampala.
Now 40, doctors have taken action to stop Mariam having more children.
She said the doctor told her he had “cut my uterus from inside”.
Her epic run of pregnancies began after her first sets of twins were born.
When she went to the doctor it was noted that she had unusually large ovaries. He advised her that birth control like pills might cause health problems.
Yet the children kept coming… and coming.
Family sizes are at their largest in Africa.
In Uganda, the fertility rate averages out at 5.6 children per woman, one of the continent’s highest, and more than double the global average of 2.4 children, according to the World Bank.
But her 38-child family is probably the country’s biggest brood.
Dr Charles Kiggundu, a gynecologist at Mulago Hospital in Kampala, Uganda, told the Daily Monitor that the most likely cause of Nabatanzi’s extreme fertility was hereditary.
He said: “Her case is genetic predisposition to hyper-ovulate — releasing multiple eggs in one cycle — which significantly increases the chance of having multiple births.
“It is always genetic”
Her last pregnancy, three ago, had complications.
It was her sixth set of twins and one of them died in childbirth, her sixth child to die.
Then her husband — often absent for long stretches — abandoned her. His name is now a family curse.
Nabatanzi refers to him using an expletive.
“I have grown up in tears, my man has passed me through a lot of suffering,” she said during an interview at her home, hands clasped as her eyes welled up.
“All my time has been spent looking after my children and working to earn some money.”
Desperate for cash, Nabatanzi turns a hand to everything: hairdressing, event decorating, collecting and selling scrap metal, brewing local gin and selling herbal medicine. The money is swallowed up by food, medical care, clothing and school fees.
On a grimy wall in one room of her home hang proud portraits of some of her children graduating from school, gold tinsel around their necks.
Her eldest child Ivan Kibuka, 23, had to drop out of secondary school when the money ran out.
He said: “Mum is overwhelmed, the work is crushing her, we help where we can, like in cooking and washing, but she still carries the whole burden for the family. I feel for her,”
Nabatanzi’s desire for a large family has its roots in tragedy.
Three days after she was born, Nabatanzi’s mother abandoned the family: her father, the newborn girl and her five siblings.
“She just left us,” said Nabatanzi sombrely, as some of her ragged children played on the dirt floor while others did chores.
After her father remarried, her stepmother poisoned the five older children with crushed glass mixed in their food.
They all died.
Nabatanzi escaped because she was visiting a relative, she says.
“I was seven years old then, too young to even understand what death actually meant. I was told by relatives what had happened,” she said.
She grew up wanting to have six children to rebuild her shattered family.
Providing a home for 38 children is a constant challenge.
Twelve of the children sleep on metal bunk beds with thin mattresses in one small room with grime-caked walls. In the other rooms, lucky children pile onto shared mattresses while the others sleep on the dirt floor.
Older children help look after the young ones and everyone helps with chores like cooking.
A single day can require 25 kilograms of maize flour, Nabatanzi says. Fish or meat are rare treats.
A roster on a small wooden board nailed to a wall spells out washing or cooking duties.
“On Saturday we all work together,” it reads.
Having endured such a hard childhood herself, Nabatanzi’s greatest wish now is for her children to be happy.
“I started taking on adult responsibilities at an early stage,” she said. “I have not had joy, I think, since I was born.”
