My Husband Went on Vacation Just Days Before My Scheduled C-Section With Our Twins – When He Came Home, His Knees Were Shaking
By the seventh month, carrying twins felt like carrying the entire house on my back.
Trevor helped when I asked, but his life hadn’t really changed.
Golf on Saturdays.
Basketball on Wednesdays.
Late dinners with friends.
Meanwhile, my entire world had shrunk to doctor’s appointments, swollen ankles, and counting tiny kicks.
Trevor helped when I asked, but his life hadn’t really changed.
At 36 weeks, my obstetrician studied the ultrasound quietly before turning toward us.
“The girls look wonderful.”
I smiled.
Then he continued. “But Baby B is still breech.”
He explained everything carefully.
A scheduled C-section.
Recovery would take several weeks.
No lifting.
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No climbing stairs unless absolutely necessary.
Recovery would take several weeks.
Then he looked directly at Trevor. “She’s going to need a lot of help.”
Trevor nodded immediately.
“I’ve got her, doc.”
The doctor smiled. “Good.”
I finally relaxed.
Then one day, Trevor walked into the kitchen carrying his phone with the biggest grin I’d seen in weeks.
“She’s going to need a lot of help.”
“You’ll never guess what happened, Kats!”
“What?”
“The guys finally booked the beach trip.”
I stared at him.
“What beach trip?”
“The one we’ve been talking about forever.” He held up the confirmation email. “Five days.”
“The guys finally booked the beach trip.”
