I have a great relationship with my mom, Daisy. She’s been my rock my entire life, and there was no question that I wanted her in the delivery room with me.
This woman had held my hand through every major life event — my first heartbreak, college graduation, and my wedding to the love of my life, Ethan.
My husband, Ethan, was completely on board. In fact, he was the one who first suggested it. “Your mom should definitely be there, Cindy,” he said, his hand resting gently on my growing belly. “She knows exactly what you’ll need.”
During the early hours of labor, my mom was the one who held my hand through contractions and kept me calm with her soft voice saying, “That’s it, breathe through it, honey,” while Ethan dealt with the mountain of paperwork at the admission desk.
But my mother-in-law? Well, she had different ideas.
She always had a thing about money. She and my father-in-law, Robert, are comfortable folks but Regina has a bad habit of acting like money equals authority. Like her platinum credit card somehow grants her VIP access to other people’s decisions.
Ethan and I have our own money. We don’t rely on his parents financially, but Regina has a way of inserting herself into things, especially when she knows she can’t control us with her checkbook.
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