I will always remember after my mom’s cancer surgery when a semi-competent medical assistant tried to help her sit up and he dropped her and she fell back, stretching her fresh incisions.
She didn’t complain about the pain but she couldn’t help her tears, and she started crying. I so rarely see her cry. It was one of the worst moments of my life, watching her suffer without being able to share it in any way.
When my baby is born in that same hospital I will be in the bed too. And I don’t mind that it will hurt–it feels like a way of sharing in my mom’s pain.
I hope I’m as brave as her and I don’t cry out; I just spill tears.