Jessica POV
The warm wash was just what I needed; having Douglas wash me was not as embarrassing as I thought it would be.
He was so gentle and murmured compliments to me all the time. They were good to hear; he must have known I was feeling a little ugly.
I look gross, black, and blue in places that shouldn't be, and my stomach was this squishy softness, a reminder that the babies are no longer there.
My boobies are larger, and using the pump to give the boys the milk was a pain in the arssss. I don't feel like what I produce at the moment is going to feed two boys. I think I need to give up on the idea of natural feeding and use the bottle.
Douglas helped me to see the boys; they look so tiny and vulnerable, and my heart went out to them. Tears ran down my cheeks as I looked at t
