He ignored me for months. Told me home birth was “better,” that I should listen to his mother and the doula.
I tried to explain my concerns—safety for me and the baby. He didn’t hear me.
When labor came, I begged him to go to the hospital. He refused. Called the doula instead.
Three days. Twenty-two hours of active labor. I cried, I begged, I felt unsafe.
Finally, my daughter arrived. Relief. But I didn’t forget the fear. I didn’t forget the pain.
I told him: You ruined this birth for me.
He rolled his eyes. Said I’m not “trying to be strong.”
I reminded him that birth is not a test of strength—it’s a human experience, and I deserved support.
If we ever have another child, I told him: hospital birth, no discussion.
He shrugged: “We’ll see.”
I love my daughter. But I will never forget how unsupported and scared I felt.
