My Husband Went on Vacation Just Days Before My Scheduled C-Section With Our Twins – When He Came Home, His Knees Were Shaking
“Trevor…”
“Five days at the beach,” he grinned. “One last vacation before life gets crazy.”
I honestly thought he was joking. Then I realized he was already checking flights.
I looked down at my stomach. Then back at him.
“My C-section is in four days.”
“I know.”
“I can barely walk,” I muttered. “The doctor literally just told you I’d need help.”
“My C-section is in four days.”
“I’ll be back before the surgery, Kats,” he said. “My flight lands the night before.”
“You’ll be exhausted.”
“I’ll manage. Besides, I really need this break.”
I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation.
“A break from what?”
“You know…” Trevor gestured toward my stomach. “…what’s coming.”
I didn’t answer.
Because for me… “what was coming” was about to arrive.
“I’ll manage. Besides, I really need this break.”
I was already waking up every two hours just to catch my breath.
Terrified of the surgery ahead.
Anxious about carrying two newborns with a fresh incision.
And living the exact life he needed a vacation from.
“I don’t get why you’re making such a big deal out of this,” Trevor added. “I’ll be back way before anything happens. Just call your mother over if you’re so lonely.”
He kissed my forehead.
“It’ll be fine, Katie.”
“I’ll be back before anything happens.”
