It began out that way for me, but it quickly developed into a nightmare!
After three days in the hospital recovering from a difficult delivery, I was finally discharged and ready to return home with my lovely twin daughters, Ella and Sophie.
However, at the last minute, I received a hurried phone call that changed everything…
“Hey, baby,” my husband said, his voice clipped. “I am so sorry, but I can’t come pick you guys up as planned.”
“It’s my mom,” he interrupted. “She’s in bad shape. Hectic chest pains. I need to pick her up and take her to that hospital close to her.”
I clenched my teeth, fighting the temptation to shout because I was so disappointed and irritated, but I said, “Fine. I’ll just get a taxi.”
