My Husband Went on Vacation Just Days Before My Scheduled C-Section With Our Twins – When He Came Home, His Knees Were Shaking
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The morning he left, I stood in the driveway trying to wave goodbye. Halfway through raising my arm, my back spasmed.
I had to grab the porch railing just to stay upright.
Trevor didn’t see. He was already pulling away.
I watched the car disappear around the corner.
Then I called my mom.
“Can you come?”
I called my mom.
She didn’t ask why.
Mom arrived that afternoon, took one look at me, and asked, “Where’s Trevor?”
“Florida.”
She closed her eyes for exactly three seconds. When she opened them again, she simply said, “Let’s get you through this.”
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The next morning, my phone buzzed.
World’s Best Hubby.
That was still how I’d saved Trevor’s number.
“Where’s Trevor?”
A picture appeared on the screen.
Him on a beach chair. Sunglasses. Bright blue water. A frozen drink balanced on the armrest.
Living it up before diaper duty 😂🍹
I locked my phone without replying.
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Two days later I was admitted to the hospital.
The C-section went well. The recovery didn’t.
The first time the nurse asked me to stand, I cried before my feet even touched the floor.
Mom stayed beside me through every painful step.
The C-section went well.
