At this point, things get a little blurry in terms of my memory. I started to gag and vomit again. I was stitched up and taken to recovery. I was alone for that last bit of surgery which felt like an eternity. I just wanted an update on my babies. It was so different from my first experience, last time I had Ade by my side and Emily never left his arms. This time I was alone. No husband. No babies.
On Wednesday, I went to see my OB for my standard weekly check up. All was well. Things were looking good on ultrasound. My blood pressure was okay (a tiny bit elevated, but as many of you know it was up and down throughout my whole pregnancy). My OB said everything was on track. Our aim was to still get to 38 weeks (I was currently 35 weeks) but I physically knew that I probably wouldn’t make it that far. I was at my limit. Everything was swollen. Everything. It was the middle of a Sydney heat wave with temps clocking over 39 degrees most days.