I am ok.
It was horrible.
There was a huge gush of blood and I thought I was going to die. Nobody warned me about blood.
I didn’t die.
It took five hours of waiting before I had surgery.
Everyone was really nice.
The operating theatre looked exactly like the one where I had Archie and Aubrey.
The recovery bed where I woke up afterwards was EXACTLY the same as where I was after having the twins.
I lost it, and cried and cried and cried.
I felt much better after three doses of painkillers.
I got home at 8pm, and hugged my beautiful Inigo, thanked Andrew and my parents for looking after him, ate wonderful food prepared by Bonnie and Zenia, and went to sleep.
This morning Mark took Inigo out, and I thought I would start my essay (due monday week), but instead I enjoyed my day and did some reading.
Had a nice dinner and a glass of something tasty, and life is looking much more reasonable tonight.