The baby's heartbeat was dangerously weak, and I needed an emergency C-section, but I refused to go into the operating room.
My husband fell to his knees in front of me, sobbing.
"Honey, this isn't the time to throw a tantrum. Have the baby first, or you'll die!"
He sounded so sincere, and his worried expression seemed genuine.
I endured the pain and replied coldly, "There's no rush. It's not time yet."
My parents chided my husband and smacked him a few times, then tried to help me up.
"Sweetheart, nothing matters more than you. Listen to your mother and go in for the surgery!"
"That's right. You can't be fooling around now. You could end up losing both yourself and the baby..."
