One person said to have a cesarean section, that if the baby was to be operated on immediately, it would be safe for the baby. Another person said to wait, to choose the date and time, to have a natural birth so that the mother would have less pain, heal faster, and have fewer complications. He sat silently watching the two sides argue for a while, realizing that the people advising a natural birth were all from his mother's side, and the people urging a cesarean section were all from his father's side.
Seeing his younger brother asking for his opinion, he felt even more confused, so he spoke up: Only you two can decide this matter and should decide for yourselves. Because no matter how good people are, they cannot take responsibility for you, happily or sadly. In the two of us, you are the sober one at this time, so you have to make the decision, with love and the guidance of your intuition. Just believe in yourself and you will definitely make the right decision.
After that, the younger brother decided to have surgery. The wife agreed to listen to her husband. Thank God, mother and child were safe. When the doctor pushed mother and child out of the post-operative room, the extended family waiting outside rushed in happily. The grandmother went in first, but only passed the baby in the nurse's arms, to run to the bedside and lean down to ask how her daughter was, if she was in much pain. The rest of the grandparents, uncles and even the baby's father gathered around to see the baby's face, hold the baby's hands, and laugh happily. It was truly a great joy. But in that moment, if the grandmother had also gathered around her, the young mother who had just given birth would have felt so miserable.
Now he understood why his mother often complained about the moment of giving birth to him during the war. His mother was alone, his father could not return in time. Every time like that, his father blamed his mother for being vengeful, a small matter that could be mentioned for decades without getting bored. Now he understood, the weakest moment of a woman was probably that moment, that's why our ancestors had a saying: "Men go to sea in pairs/ Women go to sea alone and are orphans."
