The twins have been born! They were not happy about the situation and very vocal about it. But cuddles with mama were much appreciated. As was feeding.
But now I'm sore, have an abdomen stitched together, and really just want a coke. The vending machine for the ward does not have coke. My husband didn't bring me one because he wasn't sure it was okay (I don't blame him for that, he's erring on the side of caution and offered to get me cold water instead, the sweetheart).
But my blood sugar is now normal and stable, so I'll be able to go downstairs and get myself a coke soon. It's just these pesky stitches holding my abdomen together stopping me.














