His caption read:
“Living it up before diaper duty.”
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I did not reply.
Two days later, I entered the hospital.
The surgery went well, but the recovery was brutal. When the nurse first helped me stand, I cried before my feet even reached the floor.
My mother remained beside me through every painful step.
Trevor sent one message.
“Everything okay?”
I looked at our daughters sleeping nearby.
“The girls are beautiful,” I answered.
When we returned home, every movement hurt. Walking between the bedroom and nursery felt like climbing a mountain.
One afternoon, I tried lifting both babies. Pain immediately shot through my body.
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Mom took one from me.
“You don’t have to prove anything.”
I was not trying to prove anything.
I simply should not have been doing it without my husband.
Trevor was due home the next day.
Instead of calling him, I contacted the man he had not spoken to in nearly twelve years.
