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I had always thought I was lucky because my mother-in-law, Carol, felt like a second mom. She supported me throughout my pregnancy and could not wait to meet her granddaughter. Then she entered my hospital room, looked at my newborn baby’s arm, and suddenly went pale.
I have always loved my mother-in-law, Carol.
I know people joke about nightmare MILs, but Carol was never like that with me. From the beginning, she treated me like family without trying to control me.
When we learned we were having a girl, she came over in old sweatpants and helped us paint the nursery pink.
When I finally called her with the news, she cried so hard I had to ask if she was okay.
After that, Carol went completely overboard.
When we learned we were having a girl, she came over in old sweatpants and helped us paint the nursery pink.
During the final two months of my pregnancy, she showed up with casseroles and once cleaned our whole kitchen while yelling at Darren because he had put cast iron in the dishwasher.
I was in labor for almost twenty hours, and by the end, I was shaking from exhaustion.
“You married him willingly,” she told me.
“I was young.”
Darren called from the other room.
“I can hear both of you.”
I was in labor for almost twenty hours, and by the end, I was shaking from exhaustion.
Then I heard our daughter cry.
Visitors were not allowed in immediately, so the first night was mostly nurses coming and going while I tried to sleep.
They placed her on my chest, and I started sobbing.
Darren kissed my forehead.
“She’s perfect.”
We named her Lily.
Visitors were not allowed in immediately, so the first night was mostly nurses coming and going while I tried to sleep.
The next morning, Darren arrived with flowers even though I had told him not to buy anything.
An hour later, Carol came through the hospital room carrying two bags and a ridiculous stuffed rabbit.