My MIL Left Me During Labor, and What Happened Next Was Unbelievable

My mother-in-lawm. Each time she stepped out, I heard strange voices outside. When I finally saw what it was, I couldn’t move.

When I told Josh I wanted a home birth, his face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. But his mother, Elizabeth, was even more excited. You would have thought we had just given her the keys to a shiny new car.

Oh, Nancy! This is such great news!” Elizabeth exclaimed, putting her hands together. “I have to be there to support you both. I can help with anything you need!”

I looked at Josh, raising my eyebrows. His shrug told me he was leaving the decision up to me.

I don’t know, Elizabeth,” I replied, sounding unsure. “It’s going to be really intense.”

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She waved my worries away. “Nonsense! I’ve been through this myself. I know exactly what you’ll need.”

I bit my lip, thinking it over. Maybe having an extra pair of hands wouldn’t be so bad, right? It would also mean a lot to Josh if I invited his mother to help with our home birth.

“Okay,” I finally agreed. “You can be there.”

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Elizabeth squealed with delight, her excitement so loud it could have scared the neighborhood dogs.

The big day finally came. Our midwife, Rosie, was setting up her things when Elizabeth rushed in, her arms full of bags.

“You won’t regret this, Nancy,” she said, hugging me tightly. “I promise to be the best support you could ask for.”

“I’m here!” she announced, as if we could have missed her entrance. “What do you need me to do?”

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I was about to respond when a contraction hit, taking my breath away. Josh was instantly by my side, his hand on my lower back as I tensed and groaned.

“Just… put your things down for now,” I managed to say.

As the contraction passed, I noticed Elizabeth fidgeting, her eyes darting around the room. She seemed more nervous than excited, and I felt that something was off.

“Are you okay?” I asked, frowning.

She turned, startled. “What? Oh, yes! Just thinking about how I can help. You’re doing great, honey. Just keep pushing.”

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Before I could ask her anything else, she rushed out the door, mumbling something about getting me some water.

Josh squeezed my hand. “Want me to talk to her?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s fine. She’s probably just nervous. It’s our first baby, right?”

As my labor went on, Elizabeth’s behavior became stranger. She would pop in, ask how I was doing, then leave again. Each time she returned, she seemed more flustered.

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During a strong contraction, I held Josh’s hand so tightly I thought I might break it. As the pain faded, I heard a weird sound.

“Josh,” I panted, “do you hear that?”

He tilted his head to listen. “Sounds like… voices?”

I nodded, relieved I wasn’t imagining it. “And is that music?”

Josh frowned, kissed my forehead, and said, “I’ll check it out. I’ll be right back.”

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As he left, Rosie smiled at me. “You’re doing great, Nancy. Not long now.”

When Josh came back, he looked pale, like he had seen a ghost.

“What is it?” I asked, dreading his answer.

He ran his hand through his hair, looking upset. “You’re not going to believe this. My mother is throwing a party. In our living room.”

I stared at him, thinking I must have misheard. “A what?”

“A party,” he repeated, frustration in his voice. “There are at least a dozen people out there.”

The pain of labor was nothing compared to the anger that flooded me. I struggled to get up, ignoring my midwife’s protests.

“Nancy, you shouldn’t—”

“I need to see this for myself,” I growled.

Josh helped me as we made our way to the living room. The scene was surreal. People were chatting and drinking, as if it were a casual Sunday barbecue.

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A banner hung on the wall that read: “WELCOME BABY!”

Elizabeth was in the middle of it all, chatting with a group of women I didn’t recognize. She didn’t even notice us.

“What the heck is going on here?” I shouted, my voice slicing through the chatter.

The room went silent, all eyes on us. Elizabeth turned around, her face going pale when she saw me.

“Nancy! Oh my God! What are you doing here? You’re supposed to—”

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“Elizabeth, what is happening here?”

“Oh, I… we were just…”

“Just what? Turning my home birth into a show?”

Elizabeth looked offended. “Now, Nancy, don’t be dramatic. We’re just celebrating!”

“Celebrating? I’m in labor, Elizabeth! This isn’t a party!”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, you wouldn’t even know we were here! I thought you’d like the support.”

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I felt another contraction coming on and gritted my teeth against the pain and anger. “Support? This is a circus!”

Josh stepped forward, his voice low and serious. “Everyone needs to leave. Now.”

People scrambled to grab their things, and Elizabeth tried one last time. “Nancy, you’re overreacting. This is a happy time!”

I turned to her, my words sharp. “This is my home birth. My moment. If you can’t respect that, you can leave too.”

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Without waiting for a response, I waddled back to the bedroom to finish what I started, leaving Josh to handle the chaos.

Hours later, as I held my newborn son, the earlier drama felt like a distant nightmare. Josh sat beside me, eyes full of wonder as he stroked our baby’s cheek.

“He’s perfect!” he whispered.

I nodded, too overwhelmed for words. We enjoyed the quiet until a soft knock at the door broke the peace.

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Elizabeth peeked in, her eyes red. “Can I… can I come in?”

My jaw tightened. “No!”

Her face fell. “Please, Nancy. I’m so sorry. I just want to see the baby.”

I looked at Josh, feeling torn. He squeezed my hand gently, his eyes understanding but pleading.

“Fine. Five minutes.”

Elizabeth walked in slowly, as if worried I might change my mind. Her face looked pale and drawn as she came closer to the bed.

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“Nancy, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I got so excited and carried away.”

I didn’t respond, just stared at her. Josh cleared his throat. “Do you want to see your grandson, Mom?”

Elizabeth nodded, tears falling as Josh carefully handed our son to her. As she held him, her whole demeanor changed. The party-planner was gone, replaced by a gentle, awed grandmother.

After a few minutes, I spoke up. “It’s time for him to feed.”

Elizabeth nodded and reluctantly gave the baby back to me. She lingered at the door. “Thank you for letting me see him,” she said softly before leaving.

As the door closed, Josh turned to me. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head. “No. What she did… I can’t just forgive and forget, Josh.”

He nodded and pulled me close. “I understand. We’ll work it out together.”

In the weeks that followed, I struggled with how to move on. Part of me wanted to keep Elizabeth away from our son’s first celebration as revenge for her party crash.

I was still angry and hurt, which made it hard to think about including her.

But as I watched her care for our baby during her visits, always respectful of our space and routines, I realized there was a better way.

When it was time to plan the baby’s first party, I picked up the phone and called her.

“Elizabeth? It’s Nancy. I was hoping you could help with the preparations for the baby’s party next weekend.”

There was a long silence on the line. Finally, she spoke. “You want my help? After what I did?”

“Yes. Because this is what family does. We forgive, learn, and move forward together.”

I could hear tears in her voice as she replied, “Oh, Nancy. Thank you. I promise I won’t let you down.”

True to her word, Elizabeth was calm and helpful during the party. She worked quietly in the background, glowing with pride as we introduced our son to family and friends.

As the last guest left, she came up to me, her eyes shining. “Thank you for letting me be part of this, Nancy. I see now that this is how we celebrate: with love and respect.”

I smiled, feeling the barriers between us break down. “That’s right, Elizabeth. Welcome to the family!”

My Wedding Planner Said I Canceled My Own Wedding but I Didn’t – The Truth Left Me Speechless

My Wedding Planner Said I Canceled My Own Wedding but I Didn’t – The Truth Left Me Speechless

Chelsea is all set to marry Rasmus, the man of her dreams. But when the wedding day arrives and no guests show up, Chelsea has to figure out who canceled her wedding and whether her groom is right for her or not.

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A coffee bar and bakery | Source: Pexels

I’ve always wanted that ‘Happily Ever After’ kind of romantic life. So, when I met Rasmus, I thought I had finally gotten it. But as my wedding day began to unravel, it seemed I had gotten the nightmare version instead.

Rasmus and I met at a bakery. It was a sweet little meet-cute situation — where I was convinced he was the perfect person for me. We exchanged numbers over rye bread.

“I’ll be seeing you around, Chelsea,” he said, holding onto a loaf of artisanal bread.

He called me just as he left the bakery, wanting us to have dinner that night.

Two short years later, we were waking up to our wedding day.

That morning, I showered early, eagerly awaiting my hair and makeup appointments. I remember sitting at the edge of the hotel bed, looking at my dress and holding my breath.

I couldn’t wait to marry Rasmus. I couldn’t wait to begin our lives together.

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A person pouring wine at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

So, the day went on — my maid of honor, my sister Jess, was with me, and we continued to get ready.

“Where’s Mom?” Jess asked. “Shouldn’t she be getting dressed with us?”

“No, we decided it would be best for her and Dad to meet us at the venue. You know she doesn’t get along with Rasmus.”

Jess shook her head.

“You’d think that Mom would have sorted out her feelings by now.”

It was true, my parents loved me — but they just couldn’t see Rasmus and me together.

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Bride getting her makeup done | Source: Unsplash

“There’s just something off about him,” my father would say. “But we respect your wishes to marry him.”

Closer to the time, Jess called for the hotel car, and we made our way to the wedding venue.

“Where is everyone?” Jess asked, echoing my thoughts.

It was an entire wedding venue with literally not a soul in sight. There was no welcome sign for the guests, no welcome drinks, no décor, no staff, and absolutely no guests.

Not even Rasmus.

“Get Brenda on the phone,” I said, talking about my wedding planner.

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An empty wedding venue | Source: Pexels

I was beginning to panic. I was all dressed and ready to go. It was supposed to be my special day.

“Brenda, where is everyone?” I asked when Jess handed me the phone.

“What do you mean?” Brenda’s calm voice came through the speaker.

“I’m at my wedding venue, and there’s nobody here!” I exclaimed, the panic evident in my voice.

“Chelsea, honey,” Brenda said. “The wedding was canceled. The directive came through your email address just three days ago.”

My heart almost stopped beating.

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A person using a laptop | Source: Pexels

How could I have canceled my own wedding? I went through my emails, and sure enough, there it was.

Dear Brenda,

Due to unforeseen circumstances, the wedding is off. Please notify all the guests and the vendors.

But it made no sense. It was from my corporate account — an account that my family had access to because we all worked at the family business together.

My mind raced — did Mom and Dad? Could they really…? No, they couldn’t have.

They always said that it was my life and my choices. Even if they didn’t approve of Rasmus, they wouldn’t hurt me like this.

I needed to hear it from them.

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An older couple holding white ceramic mugs | Source: Pexels

But my parents were just as shocked as I was.

“We were on a flight, honey,” my father said. “I had a business meeting, and your mother tagged along with me. We had nothing to do with it. We did get the cancellation from Brenda and just wanted to give you your space.”

“I didn’t see any email,” Jess said. “But you know how bad I am at checking my mail.”

That’s when it hit me — the only other person who would have access to my email accounts, work and personal, was Rasmus.

The same man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the other end of the aisle.

I asked Jess to take me home, ready for answers. I needed to know what was happening and how it all unfolded without my knowledge.

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A man with a gray t-shirt and arms crossed | Source: Unsplash

I walked into our little apartment, and there he was. Rasmus, sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal. He had no intention of leaving the house because he was in his sweatpants, wearing glasses, and his hair was wavy.

His usual armor of being well-dressed, contacts in, and hair swept into his signature hairstyle was all missing.

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A bowl of cereal | Source: Pexels

“You canceled our wedding?” I asked before he could say anything.

Rasmus didn’t even try to hide it. He had canceled the wedding because, three days ago, he realized that as much as he loved me, he wasn’t ready for marriage.

So, he panicked.

“I didn’t have the courage to tell you,” he said. “I figured that you’d think the wedding was on, and then when the slip-up happened, you would want to investigate it. I thought it would take the heat off me.”

As I stood there, my wedding day in ruins around me, I realized that my parents were right. Rasmus wasn’t the person for me. And as much as it hurt, a part of me was relieved he did it.

So, here I am, looking at my wedding dress and wondering what to do with it.

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A woman holding her head | Source: Unsplash

What would you have done?

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