Husband nodded in agreement.

"My mom has a sore back, don't always let her carry the baby, and she can't do things like changing diapers and washing bottoms for the baby."

Oh, so when guests come, it's not about helping with the baby, then why bother showing off?

And my husband's attitude disappoints me even more.

He, a stay-at-home unemployed person, not only fails to take care of his wife who just had surgery, but only knows to pamper his lively mother.

Indeed, it's only after having a child that you can see whether you've married a human or a dog.

Feeling cold inside.

But I didn't lose my temper, calmly saying, "It's okay, Mom, I can't bear to let you work hard. If you really feel uncomfortable, play for a couple of days and I'll buy you a ticket back."

I glanced at my husband and added, "Besides, it's not like there's no one here."

Mother-in-law hates hearing this kind of talk the most, her eyes narrowed, as if she wanted to argue with me, but was stopped by my husband.

The two of them went into the bedroom still muttering.

What a fuss, we were already cooking for ourselves before the postpartum period.

Who says it's the job of the men to do these things.

Son, rest assured, with mom here, she'll have everything under control for this month.

I squinted.

Who's going to have everything under control is still uncertain.