My Husband Went on Vacation Just Days Before My Scheduled C-Section With Our Twins – When He Came Home, His Knees Were Shaking
He walked up slowly. A few seconds later, he gasped.
“Katie?”
His voice echoed through the hallway.
He came back downstairs carrying the suitcase.
It was packed with diapers, burp cloths, bottle brushes, formula, tiny sleepers, baby lotion, a digital thermometer, my medication schedule. And sitting neatly on top… a luggage tag.
DAD ON DUTY
A few seconds later, he gasped.
Trevor looked at me.
“What is this?”
“The right destination,” I said.
Nobody smiled.
***
For the next week, Trevor finally took the vacation he’d postponed. Only this package looked a little different.
Breakfast started at 2:11 a.m.
Another feeding at 4:47.
Laundry never closed.
Room service involved warming bottles.
Entertainment featured two newborns taking turns crying.
For the next week, Trevor finally took the vacation he’d postponed.
The funny part?
Frank treated the chalkboard like the official resort schedule.
Trevor stumbled into the kitchen after another sleepless night. Hair sticking up. Shirt inside out.
Frank glanced toward the chalkboard.
“Looks like Sunrise Bottle Service begins in five minutes.”
Trevor sighed. “I’m starting to hate this resort.”
Mom poured coffee. “Management appreciates your feedback.”
Even I laughed.
“I’m starting to hate this resort.”
