My mother-in-law insisted on helping with my home birth, but something felt terribly wrong as she kept slipping out. The moment she left the room again, I heard unsettling voices outside. When I saw what it was, I froze.
The moment I told Josh I wanted a home birth, his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. But it was nothing compared to the reaction we got from his mother, Elizabeth. You’d think we’d just handed her the keys to a brand-new car.
“Oh, Nancy! This is wonderful news!” Elizabeth gushed, clasping her hands together. “I simply must be there to support you both. I can help with anything you need!”
I exchanged a glance with Josh, my eyebrows raised. His shrug told me he was leaving this one up to me.
“I don’t know, Elizabeth,” I said, my voice hesitant. “It’s going to be pretty intense.”
She waved off my concerns. “Nonsense! I’ve been through it myself, dear. I know exactly what you’ll need.”
I bit my lip, mulling it over. Maybe an extra pair of hands wouldn’t be so bad, right? And it would mean a lot to Josh if I invited his mother to help me with our home birth.
“Alright,” I finally conceded. “You can be there.”
Elizabeth’s squeal of delight was so high-pitched, I swear she could’ve scared the neighborhood dogs.
“You won’t regret this, Nancy,” she said, pulling me into a tight hug. “I promise I’ll be the best support you could ask for.”
The big day finally arrived. Our midwife, Rosie, was setting up her equipment when Elizabeth burst through the door, her arms laden with bags.
“I’m here!” she announced, as if we might have missed her entrance. “Where do you need me?”
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