

This is me and my husband, Owen, in the photo. We had a baby boy last week. I had a natural birth, and my husband was with me throughout the whole process. I screamed A LOT, and each time I did, he whispered, “Can you stop screaming? You’re really embarrassing me.” He repeated it a few times. I was angry at him for trying to silence me and decided to teach him a lesson at home. But when we arrived, I was stunned by his words: “It is a woman’s
…“duty to stay graceful — even during childbirth. You didn’t have to make a scene like that.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. After everything my body went through, that’s what he chose to say?
So I taught him a lesson.
The next evening, while he was relaxing on the couch, I blasted a recording of my labor screams on the TV speakers. Every cry, every groan, every guttural sound — on full volume. Then I turned to him and said:
“This is what brought your son into the world. If my screams embarrass you, then you don’t deserve to hear your child’s first cry either.”
He sat there frozen, red-faced, as our newborn stirred in my arms.
Finally, I added, “Next time you feel embarrassed by my pain, remember that without it, you wouldn’t be a father today.”
Let’s just say Owen hasn’t dared to mention “embarrassment” again — and now he jumps up at every 2 a.m. feeding like it’s his turn to give birth.
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