When I told Josh I wanted a home birth, his mom,

Elizabeth, insisted on being involved. I was hesitant, but agreed,

hoping she’d truly support me.

On the big day, between contractions, I noticed her slipping out repeatedly.

Then I heard strange voices and music coming from the living room.

Josh went to check and came back pale.

“My mom’s throwing a party,” he said, stunned.

I dragged myself out to see strangers drinking and chatting under a “Welcome Baby” banner.

Rage overtook the pain—I couldn’t believe she’d turned my labor into entertainment.

I kicked everyone out, including Elizabeth.

Hours later, holding my baby boy, the peace was blissful.

When Elizabeth asked to see him, I allowed five minutes.

She apologized, humbled, and left quietly—but the damage lingered.

Weeks later, I invited her to help with the baby’s first party—

not out of obligation, but strength.

She showed up different: quiet, respectful, present.

As she whispered thanks with teary eyes,

I realized we were healing.

Not perfectly—but honestly, and that was enough.

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