We recently received a heartfelt letter from a reader, Maria (58F), grappling with a deeply personal situation. It’s a story that some might find relatable, a tale of familial bonds tested by a moment of crisis. Maria’s letter reveals a mother’s struggle with guilt and regret after prioritizing her own anxieties over her daughter’s urgent medical needs. From: Maria | Subject: | Feel Terrible That I Couldn’t Help My Daughter With Her Kids During Her Medical Crisis. Summary: My daughter called me in tears, her voice shaking with pain, just weeks after giving birth to her third child. She was begging for help, desperate for someone to watch her 3 kids so she could go to the hospital.

I coldly told her to forget it – my evening plans were more important than her medical emergency. Instead, I suggested she drag her newborn and toddlers to the ER herself, ignoring her anguished pleas. My husband went behind my back to help,

and we later found out she needed emergency surgery for postpartum complications. Now my family won’t speak to me, horrified that I abandoned my daughter in her moment of crisis. I (58F) have a daughter, Sarah (32F), who recently gave birth to her third child. My husband (60M) and I live about 30 minutes away from her family. Last night, things took an unexpected turn. My daughter called me in tears. She was in severe pain after recently giving birth and needed to go to the hospital. She asked if my husband could watch her kids. I told her to forget about it. There was no way he can handle 3 kids at his age. She went quiet for a bit, and I suggested she takes her kids with her to the hospital or calls a neighbor. Sarah’s voice cracked as she said,

“Mom, please. I’m in agony, and I don’t know what to do. The kids are asleep, and I don’t want to wake them up and drag them to the ER.’ I sighed, feeling frustrated, ‘Sarah, you know your father has a bad back. He can’t be chasing after toddlers all night. What about your husband?” ‘He’s out of town for work, remember? I told you last week,” she replied, her voice strained. I felt my patience wearing thin, “Well, that’s not our problem. You chose to have three kids; you need to figure out how to manage them.” There was a long pause before Sarah spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper, “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. Ive never asked you for anything like this before.” “Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” I snapped. “You’re a grown woman. Handle your own emergencies.” Just then, my husband, who had overheard the conversation, chimed in. ‘For heaven’s sake, let me talk to her, he said, reaching for the phone. I was shocked. ‘Don’t you dare offer to watch those kids! Your back won’t survive it!” To my surprise, he ignored me and spoke to Sarah. “Sweetheart, don’t worry. I’m coming over right now. You get yourself to the hospital.” I was furious. As soon as he hung up, l confronted him. “How could you do that? You know you can’t handle those kids!” He looked at me with disappointment. “How could you turn away our daughter when she needs us? This isn’t like you at all.” As he left to go to Sarah’s house, I sat there, a mix of anger and guilt swirling inside me. The next morning, I found out that Sarah had needed emergency surgery for postpartum complications. She’s recovering now, but she refuses to speak to me. My husband is giving me the cold shoulder, and even my son called to express his disappointment in my behavior. Now, I’m starting to wonder if I made a horrible mistake. So, Bright Side, I’m struggling with guilt over not watching my daughter’s kids during her medical emergency. Was I wrong?