"And really, how much money will you waste hiring a nanny?"
Seeing the nanny outside looking confused, I took a deep breath. "Mom, I'm getting heavier and my hands and feet are swelling. Thomas is busy with work and can't come home, so having a nanny will help me a lot."
My mother-in-law, using her strength, pushed the nanny out and slammed the door shut.
"I think you young ones have grown too used to comfort. When I had my baby, I was back on my feet right away—you're just too delicate!"
She continued, "This nanny business is not negotiable unless you step over my dead body."
Afterward, I apologized to the nanny and gave her a red envelope so the agency wouldn't blacklist me.
The more I thought about it, the angrier and more aggrieved I felt.
Why shouldn't I spend my own money to hire a nanny?
So, I directly rented a place outside, keeping the key to myself, and stayed there to rest during my pregnancy.
Those days with the nanny were incredibly comfortable.
Every meal was prepared for me, and she would massage my swollen feet and hands, not to mention the emotional support she provided.