After another great day of ‘no news is great news’ I drove back from Randwick in high spirits. As I collected the boys and tried to convince them to come home with me (they are loving the extra time with grandparents) an SMS from Deb caught me off guard:
‘My stitch just came out, felt like fishing line being pulled through my skin. No dressing and I have burst open!’
After witnessing her c-section first hand (and getting in trouble from the nurse for looking over the screen) I had quite an accurate image in my head of what ‘burst open’ actually looks like. Needless to say I was quite relieved to receive a follow up text advising me to replace the word ‘have’ with ‘haven’t’.