As I was about to drive my wife in labor to the hospital, I received a call saying my mother was passing away

Just as my wife’s water broke, I got a call from my mother’s nurse, and she told me my mom was dying. I was torn and forced to make a difficult decision.

The day Debra found out she was pregnant was one of those days that I will cherish for the rest of my life. We had cried together, unable to believe that we were going to have a baby home soon, and I promised Debra I’d be an amazing dad.

Debra and I had waited to become parents for a long time. We were one of those miracle couples who conceived after going through tons of failed fertility treatments and doctors telling us there was no chance.

“We’ll be the best parents to him, darling,” I told Debra one night. “I can’t wait to hold our baby in my arms.”

“I know, honey,” she’d said, smiling. I gently kissed her baby bump and promised Debra I’d always be by her side.

Debra had always been very anxious about the pregnancy due to the complications, and I had told her I would be there for her, so there was no need to worry.

Little did I know fate would plunge me into a situation where I’d have to choose between her and my mom while was in labor…

I still get chills when I recall that day. It started as a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, and nothing seemed wrong with the outside world. I was preparing breakfast in the kitchen because Debra wasn’t feeling well that morning.

I quickly assembled a breakfast plate for her, and I went to call her for breakfast. As I entered our bedroom, I saw she was leaning against the wall with one hand, clutching her baby bump and breathing heavily.

“Honey, are you okay?” I dashed to her, worried. “Should I call the doctor?”

“Gordon…my water…it…it broke,” she whispered heavily, and that’s when I noticed the floor beneath her. It was wet. “Take me to the hospital, Gordon…Please!” she cried.

“Jesus!” I panicked. “I’ll get the car started. Just hang on a sec, honey.”

I ran to our car, grabbing the keys from the bowl on the living room shelf. I opened the car door, then rushed back inside to help Debra.

“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll reach the hospital in no time. Okay, we’ve got this.” I was comforting her as her labor pains began. I was terrified and nervous. I was praying everything would be fine.

After we made it to the car and Debra got inside, I locked her door and rushed to take my seat. Then my phone rang. It was my mom’s nurse, Marla, calling me. My mother had been diagnosed with a progressive cardiac condition, and due to her illness, she was confined to bed rest.

Worried, I answered the phone, and Marla’s voice on the other end of the line broke me from inside.

“Gordon,” she said in a weak voice. “Your mom… She had a heart attack, so I took her to the hospital. The doctors say there is little hope she’ll make it… Your mother is dying. I think you should be here as soon as you can.”

“Jesus, Jesus!” I exhaled a sigh. Why was everything happening at the same time? I was ripped to shreds and didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, there was Debra, who was in labor, and on the other, there was my mother.

I went inside the car, tears in my eyes, and told Debra everything. I couldn’t hide it from her, anyway. She saw my face and asked me what was wrong. And I blurted everything out.

“Mom is dying, honey. She had a heart attack, and Marla’s asking me to be there as soon as possible. I am so nervous. I – I don’t know what to do….”

“Honey,” Debra said. “Call a taxi. I’ll go by myself…”

“What?” I was taken aback. “No, we can’t do that!”. She was drenched in sweat and moaning in pain. “Look at you. It’s just not….”

“We don’t have time, honey…Ahh…call the taxi now, Gordon. Your mom needs you. You are a son first, then a husband. I will manage. Your mom…she…” Her pain was becoming worse.

“I’m calling the taxi. Oh, God!”

Thankfully, I got a taxi soon, and I instructed the driver to take Debra to the hospital safely. My hands shook as I drove to my mother’s hospital, and my tears wouldn’t stop. My heart was racing, wondering about Debra’s condition and if our baby would be alright.

My MIL Gifted Me a Set of Rules Titled ‘How to Be a Good Wife for My Son’ for Our Wedding, While My Husband Got a Check

This narrative captures a powerful journey of self-assertion and resistance against traditional expectations within a marriage. The protagonist, Lucia, experiences a significant shock when her mother-in-law, Karen, presents her with a set of archaic rules on being a “good wife” immediately after her wedding.

The contrast between Lucia’s dreams of partnership and the harsh reality imposed by Karen’s rules is striking. Initially, Lucia’s reaction is one of disbelief and confusion, but as she processes the absurdity of the list, she resolves to turn the situation around with humor and a touch of rebellion. Each action she takes, from modifying the breakfast to rearranging the kitchen, cleverly subverts Karen’s expectations while highlighting the ridiculousness of the demands.

The climax occurs when Dan finally stands up to his mother, asserting that their marriage will not be dictated by outdated norms. This moment is pivotal, illustrating the importance of communication and mutual respect in a partnership. The resolution, where Lucia and Dan embrace a future free from imposed roles, symbolizes a refreshing shift toward a more equitable relationship.

The writing skillfully balances humor with serious themes of autonomy and the rejection of outdated gender roles. It’s a compelling reminder of the importance of defining one’s own path in relationships, unencumbered by external pressures.

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