I'm given a few minutes to scrub up and get into surgery appropriate clothing. A nurse helps me put a cap over my hair and I'm ready to go deliver my babies. I'm still feeling weak so I need the nurse to help me get back into my bed. Dillon has also gotten into hospital attire so he can be by my side during the operation. I watch as he slips on the plastic covers over his shoes.
"Excited?" he asks me with a soft smile. "Scared," I answer truthfully. Dillon makes his way over to the bed and takes my hand in his gently. "You're going to do great beautiful. I'll be by your side for the entire surgery. You'll feel better when you hear the sweet sound of our babies cries," he winks at me.
I smile at him softly. "I'm sorry I couldn't deliver them traditionally," I say feeling slightly disappo
