logo
HomeInspirational Stories
To inspire and to be inspired

My MIL Kicked My Mother Out of the Delivery Room Because She "Didn't Pay for It" – She Regretted It Instantly

Rita Kumar
Oct 06, 2025
08:38 A.M.

I thought the hardest part of giving birth would be the contractions. I was wrong. Nothing prepared me for the moment my mother-in-law decided she had more right to be in that delivery room than my own mother... all because of money.

Advertisement

My name's Selena, and I'm 27 years old. When I was 39 weeks pregnant with my first baby, I thought I had everything planned out: My mom, Daisy, would be there with me. So would my husband, Aaron. Those were the two people I needed most in the world.

A pregnant woman holding her baby bump | Source: Unsplash

A pregnant woman holding her baby bump | Source: Unsplash

My mom has always been my person. Through every doctor's appointment during my pregnancy, every bout of morning sickness, and every frantic 3 a.m. Google search about whether what I was feeling was normal, she was there.

"You're going to be an amazing mother, darling," she told me one afternoon, her hand resting on my swollen belly. "And I can't wait to meet this little one."

"I want you there when she comes," I said. "You and Aaron. Nobody else."

Advertisement

She smiled, tears gathering in her eyes. "Wild horses couldn't keep me away!"

I should've known better than to think it would be that simple.

Gloria, my mother-in-law, has always had opinions about everything. She's the kind of woman who walks into a room and immediately starts rearranging things because it's not the way she would've done it.

When we told her I was pregnant, she immediately started making plans. She wasn't bothered about what I wanted. She just started making decisions.

A smiling senior woman standing in a room | Source: Freepik

A smiling senior woman standing in a room | Source: Freepik

"I've signed you up for the prenatal classes at Memorial Hospital," she announced during Sunday dinner. "They're the best in the state. I've already paid for the private birthing suite too."

Advertisement

"Gloria, that's really generous," I started, "but we haven't decided where we're delivering yet."

"Well, of course you're delivering at Memorial. I've taken care of everything."

I caught my mom's eye across the table. She gave me a small smile that said, "Just let it go."

So I did. I thanked Gloria and told myself it didn't matter where the baby was born as long as she was healthy. But it did matter. Because Gloria's gifts always came with strings attached.

A hospital | Source: Unsplash

A hospital | Source: Unsplash

My water broke at 2 a.m. on a Tuesday. We called my mom on the way to the hospital. She met us in the parking lot, still in her pajamas with a coat thrown over them.

Advertisement

"How are you feeling, dear?" she asked.

"Terrified," I admitted. "But ready."

The contractions started small, and they seemed manageable at first. The nurse got me settled in the private birthing suite that Gloria had paid for and checked my progress.

"You're doing great," she said warmly. "Who do you want in the room with you?"

"My husband and my mom," I said without hesitation.

By 3 a.m., the contractions were getting serious. My mom stood beside the bed, rubbing circles on my lower back while I gripped Aaron's hand.

A pregnant woman in labor holding her partner's hand | Source: Freepik

A pregnant woman in labor holding her partner's hand | Source: Freepik

Advertisement

"Breathe through it," Mom murmured. "Just like we practiced."

"I can't do this," I gasped.

"Yes, you can. You're already doing it."

Aaron looked pale but determined. "You're the strongest person I know. Our girl is so lucky to have you as her mom."

For a moment, despite the pain, I felt peaceful. My people were with me.

And then Gloria walked in. "Knock knock!" she sang out, pushing through the door without actually knocking. "I'm here!"

I looked up, confused through the fog of pain. "Gloria? What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? Aaron texted me that you were in labor. I'm about to become a grandmother!" She set down a gift bag on the counter. "I brought some things for the baby."

Close-up shot of a brown paper bag | Source: Pexels

Close-up shot of a brown paper bag | Source: Pexels

Advertisement

Another contraction hit, stealing my breath. When I opened my eyes again, Gloria was studying the room. Her gaze landed on my mother, and something in her expression hardened.

"You know," she said slowly, turning to the nurse, "I don't think we need quite so many people in here. It's getting crowded."

The nurse looked confused. "The patient requested two support people. That's well within our policy."

Gloria smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Yes, but I'm the grandmother. And frankly, I think I have more right to be here THAN SHE DOES." She pointed at my mother.

"Excuse me?" My mom's voice was quiet but sharp.

"I said what I said." Gloria crossed her arms. "I've paid for everything. The prenatal classes, this private room... all of it. YOU HAVEN'T contributed a dime to this pregnancy. So WHY SHOULD YOU get to be here for the important part?"

An angry senior woman | Source: Freepik

An angry senior woman | Source: Freepik

Advertisement

I couldn't breathe. "Gloria, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about fairness, Selena. Your mother didn't help prepare for this baby. She didn't invest in your care. I DID. So logically, I should be the one in here, NOT HER."

"Mom, that's not how this works," Aaron said, his voice tight.

"Isn't it?" She turned to the nurse. "I paid for this room. Doesn't that give me some say in who uses it?"

The nurse looked uncomfortable. "Ma'am, the patient decides who's present for the birth. Not whoever paid for the room."

"That's ridiculous! I have just as much right to meet my grandchild as anyone else!"

"You can meet her after she's born," I managed to say. "Right now, I need my mom."

Gloria's face went red. "Your mom? The woman who's done NOTHING but sit back and let me handle EVERYTHING? I don't think so, darling."

A senior woman pointing her finger | Source: Freepik

A senior woman pointing her finger | Source: Freepik

Advertisement

She turned back to the nurse. "I want her removed. NOW. Or I'll call security myself."

"You can't be serious," my mom whispered. Her hands were shaking. "Gloria, I'm her mother."

"And I'm the grandmother! It's my son's child! I've earned the right to be here!"

"Earned?" My voice cracked. "This isn't about earning anything. This is about who I want with me while I'm giving birth!"

"Well, maybe you should've thought about that before you let me pay for everything!"

Another contraction ripped through me, and I cried out. My mom reached for my hand, but Gloria stepped between us.

"Ma'am, I really need you to step back," the nurse said firmly.

"I'll step back when she leaves!" Gloria jabbed a finger at my mother. "I want her out of this room right now!"

A nurse with her arms crossed | Source: Pexels

A nurse with her arms crossed | Source: Pexels

Advertisement

My mom's eyes filled with tears. "Selena, I can go. I don't want to cause problems."

"No!" I tried to sit up. "Mom, please don't leave. I need you."

"She doesn't need you," Gloria snapped. "She has me. And she has Aaron. You're just taking up space."

My mom started to cry and was about to leave when my husband banged his fist on the table and intervened. "THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Gloria blinked. "What?"

"I said that's enough, Mom. You need to leave. Right now."

"Aaron, don't be ridiculous. I'm your mother."

"And she's my wife!" His voice rose. "The woman I chose to spend my life with. The woman who's about to give birth to our daughter. And if she wants her mother here, then her mother stays. End of discussion."

A furious senior woman with her fists clenched | Source: Freepik

A furious senior woman with her fists clenched | Source: Freepik

Advertisement

Gloria's mouth fell open. "You can't be serious."

"Do I look like I'm joking? You don't get to control this moment. You don't get to decide who's worthy of being here based on how much money you spent. This isn't about you at all."

"I'm your mother!"

"Then act like it! Act like someone who cares about what's best for your daughter-in-law instead of someone who needs to be the center of attention!"

Silence crashed over the room, and Gloria's face crumpled. "Aaron, I just wanted to be a part of this."

"You are a part of this. But not now. Right now, Selena needs the people she asked for. So you can either leave on your own, or I'll have security escort you out. Your choice."

A security guard | Source: Unsplash

A security guard | Source: Unsplash

Advertisement

My MIL looked at him, then at me, and then at my mother. Instead of apologizing, she grabbed her purse and stormed toward the door.

"Fine! But don't come crying to me when you realize what a mistake you've made!" Aaron hissed.

The door slammed behind her.

I started crying, not from pain, though another contraction was building. I cried from relief, shock, and the sheer absurdity of what had just happened.

My mom moved to my side, taking my hand. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"You didn't cause anything," Aaron said fiercely. "My mother did. And she's going to have to deal with the consequences."

A sad senior woman | Source: Pexels

A sad senior woman | Source: Pexels

Advertisement

The next few hours blurred together in a haze of pain and exhaustion. But every time I wanted to give up, I'd hear my mom's voice or feel Aaron's hand in mine, and I'd find the strength for one more push.

At 6:47 a.m. in the morning, our daughter was born. She came into the world screaming, red-faced and perfect. The nurse placed her on my chest, and I looked down at her tiny face, completely overwhelmed.

"Hi, baby girl," I whispered. "We've been waiting for you."

My mom cried. "She's beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."

Aaron kissed my forehead, tears streaming down his face. "You did it. I'm so proud of you."

In that moment, Gloria's absence felt like a blessing. We had exactly who we needed.

But the problems started again two days later when we brought the baby home.

A woman holding a newborn baby girl | Source: Pexels

A woman holding a newborn baby girl | Source: Pexels

Advertisement

Gloria called 17 times before Aaron finally answered. I could hear her voice through the phone, high and frantic:

"I want to see my granddaughter! You can't keep me away from her!"

"We're not keeping you away," Aaron said calmly. "But you need to understand that your behavior at the hospital was unacceptable."

"I was just trying to help!"

"You tried to kick out the person Selena needed most. That's not helping. That's CONTROL." He hung up.

She showed up at our house the next day, knocking on the door at 7 a.m. When Aaron opened the door, he didn't invite her in.

"What do you want, Mom?"

"I want to see my grandchild! I want to apologize! Please, Aaron, you can't shut me out like this!"

Grayscale shot of an adorable baby girl | Source: Unsplash

Grayscale shot of an adorable baby girl | Source: Unsplash

Advertisement

"We're not shutting you out. We're establishing boundaries."

"What boundaries? I'm family!"

"Family respects each other," Aaron reasoned. "Family doesn't demand things as payment for generosity."

Gloria's face crumpled. "I didn't mean to control anything."

"Then you should've respected Selena's wishes instead of making it about yourself."

"Can I please just see the baby? Just for a minute?"

Aaron looked back at me. I was holding our daughter, who'd finally fallen asleep. The thought of letting Gloria in made me want to cry and scream.

"Not yet," Aaron said. "When you're ready to genuinely apologize to both Selena and her mother, we can talk. Until then, you need to give us space."

Cropped shot of a man pointing his finger | Source: Pexels

Cropped shot of a man pointing his finger | Source: Pexels

Advertisement

He started to close the door, but Gloria grabbed the frame. "Please," she whispered. "I'm begging you."

"Actions have consequences, Mom." He gently removed her hand and closed the door.

***

Three weeks passed. My mom came over almost every day, bringing meals while helping with laundry and holding the baby so I could shower.

Gloria kept calling. She sent texts, emails, and even a handwritten letter. All of them said the same thing: She was sorry, she wanted to be part of our lives, and she'd do anything to make it right.

"Do you think she means it?" I asked Aaron one night.

"I think she means she misses us," he clarified. "I'm not sure she understands why what she did was wrong."

A distressed man seated at a table | Source: Pexels

A distressed man seated at a table | Source: Pexels

Advertisement

The breaking point came on a Sunday afternoon. We heard footsteps on the porch. When Aaron opened the door, Gloria was on her knees... actually on her knees.

"Please," she sobbed. "Please let me see my granddaughter. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

Aaron froze. "Mom, get up."

"Not until you forgive me. Not until you let me make this right."

I came to the door, my baby girl in my arms. Seeing Gloria like this, broken and desperate, should've felt good. Instead, I just felt sad.

"Do you understand what you did wrong?" I asked her.

She looked up at me, mascara streaking down her cheeks. "I tried to control something that was never mine to control. Your birth became about me, not you. In doing that, I disrespected your mother and hurt you when you were at your most vulnerable. I'm sorry... so incredibly sorry."

"And the money you spent?" Aaron prompted.

"Was a gift. Not a bargaining chip. Never a bargaining chip again." She wiped her eyes with shaking hands. "I was wrong... about everything."

Advertisement
Grayscale shot of an apologetic woman | Source: Freepik

Grayscale shot of an apologetic woman | Source: Freepik

I looked at Aaron as our daughter squirmed in my arms.

"You can come in," I said finally. "But Gloria? This is your only chance. If you ever try to use money or guilt to manipulate us again, you're done. No second chances."

She nodded frantically as Aaron helped her to her feet. "I understand. I promise."

She held our daughter with trembling hands, tears streaming down her face.

"She's perfect," she whispered. "Absolutely perfect."

"Her name's Rose," I told Gloria.

"Rose. It's beautiful."

Advertisement

We sat in awkward silence for a while. Finally, Gloria cleared her throat. "I owe your mother an apology too. A real one."

"Yeah, you do," Aaron said.

"Could you give me her number? I'd like to call her tonight."

I pulled out my phone and sent her my mom's contact information. "She's a lot more forgiving than I am. But don't take advantage of that."

"I won't. I swear I won't."

A woman holding her phone | Source: Unsplash

A woman holding her phone | Source: Unsplash

Before she left, Gloria turned to me one more time. "Thank you for giving me another chance. I know I didn't deserve it."

Advertisement

"No, you didn't," I agreed. "But family is complicated. And I want Rose to know her grandmother. The real you. Not the version who thinks money equals power."

She nodded and left quietly.

***

That night, after Rose was asleep and the house was finally quiet, Aaron pulled me close. "I'm proud of you," he said. "For setting boundaries."

"I'm proud of you too. For standing up to your mom."

I thought about that moment in the delivery room, when Gloria had tried to force my mother out. How scared I'd been. How powerless I'd felt. And then how Aaron had stepped in, drawn a line in the sand, and refused to let anyone cross it.

A couple embracing each other | Source: Pexels

A couple embracing each other | Source: Pexels

Advertisement

"Do you think she'll actually change?" I asked.

"I think she'll try. And if she doesn't, then we'll know we gave her every opportunity."

Rose made a noise from her bassinet, and we both held our breath. She sighed and went back to sleep.

"We're doing okay," Aaron whispered. "The three of us. We're going to be just fine."

I believed him. Because despite everything Gloria had tried to take from us in that delivery room, she couldn't touch what really mattered. She couldn't break the bond between Aaron and me. She couldn't erase my mother's love. And she couldn't stop us from building the family we wanted, on our own terms.

A couple with their baby | Source: Freepik

A couple with their baby | Source: Freepik

Advertisement

If this story inspired you, here's another one about setting boundaries when family pushes too far: My home was my sanctuary until my mother-in-law moved in. What began as kindness turned into sleepless nights and a battle for peace in my own house.

This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. If you would like to share your story, please send it to info@amomama.com.

Advertisement
Advertisement
Related posts