I remembered. In my previous life, my mother-in-law, Lane Menzie, said, "It's fine if Thea goes blind. But a C-section might harm the baby."
I gritted my teeth and rolled off the delivery bed.
"Ms. Kimmons! Ms. Kimmons..."
Ignoring the midwife's obstruction, I endured the immense pain and walked out of the delivery room, grabbing a mop from the water room and rushing out.
"Maxwell! Maxwell!"
I pointed the mop handle directly at Maxwell Jenkins' nose and said, "You fucking bastard! Get over here and sign!"
Maxwell was frightened by the crazy, pregnant me.
"Thea, be careful with the baby..."
"Sign!"
I shouted loudly, and the baby in my belly kicked me.
Lane ran over crying and was about to scold me. I hit Maxwell with the mop handle, scaring him to step back several steps.
I took a deep breath. "Are you gonna sign or not?"
Maxwell adjusted his glasses and said, "Thea, I heard that babies born by C-sections are not as smart as those born naturally..."
I'm almost dying, and what he cares about is actually whether the baby will be smart or not?
I slapped his both cheeks. "Are you gonna sign or not?"
"OK! Thea, don't be mad. Calm down. You don't wanna affect the baby."