My Husband Gave His Couch in the Delivery Room to My MIL and Went on a Boys’ Trip Instead – He Got a Lesson He’ll Never Forget

“Alright, sweetheart,” she said, taking my hand. “Let’s bring this baby into the world.

And don’t you worry about my idiot son. He’s going to regret this stunt for the rest of his miserable life.”

I wanted to believe her, but mostly I just wanted the pain to stop.

The hours blurred together after that. Contractions that felt like my body was tearing itself apart.

Nurses were coming and going. Janet’s voice cut through the fog, steady and sure.

“You’re doing so well, honey. Just breathe.

In through your nose, out through your mouth. That’s it.”

When the nurse offered an epidural, I looked at Janet, suddenly scared of making the wrong choice.

She squeezed my hand. “You do whatever you need to do.

Don’t listen to anyone who says you have to suffer to prove you’re strong. You’re already the strongest person in this room.”

I’ll admit, she was incredible. She cracked jokes between contractions to make me laugh.

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