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A few days ago, my cousin’s bhabhi had a C-section and gave birth to twins, a baby boy and a baby girl. What I witnessed in the hospital that day genuinely disturbed me, and I still can’t get it out of my head.
We were in the hospital room with her mother-in-law and several other aunties, but her own parents weren’t there. Suddenly, her MIL took off her upper blouse and exposed her breasts in front of everyone for around five minutes. Everyone started laughing and discussing her breasts—their colour, size, and literally every little detail. Then, all the young, unmarried girls in the room were asked to touch both her nipples with water mixed with red tilak, neem leaves, and some black substance I couldn’t identify. Apparently, this ritual was supposed to help the mother produce breast milk. Afterwards, everything was thrown into a plant. My family told me that this was done so that we could get married soon and have a baby shortly after marriage. They also gave us ₹1,000 as a blessing. I was literally about to faint seeing these rituals 😭 There were always 3–4 people in her room 24/7, but neither her husband nor her parents were there for her. People were eating pizza, pasta, poori, and everything else right in front of a new mother who was barely allowed to eat anything herself, without even worrying about hygiene or infection.
Her MIL forced both newborn babies to suck on her breasts, even though they weren’t latching properly and no milk was coming out. When that didn’t work, she brought a spoon close to her breasts and twisted her nipples to force the milk out. My bhabhi was clearly in pain, but nobody seemed to care. I couldn’t even bear to look at her. I genuinely have no words to describe how horrifying, uncomfortable, and humiliating the whole experience was. We’re from Haryana, and when my sister and I returned home, neither of us said a single word about what we had witnessed. What makes this even more heartbreaking is that my bhabhi had her babies after four years of marriage. Her family spent around ₹25–30 lakh on medicines, IVF, injections, and other fertility treatments. Her MIL had also taken her to countless babas, mandirs, and poojas, hoping she would conceive.
This incident has genuinely changed the way I think about pregnancy and childbirth. I love children, but honestly, I never want to give birth if this is what a woman might have to go through afterwards. And I’m not even talking about the pain of labour or recovering from a C-section. I’m talking about having relatives, some of whom you barely know, crowding your hospital room, treating your body like a public spectacle, touching you, discussing your breasts, and performing rituals on you when you should be resting and recovering. Nobody seems to care about the mother’s comfort or consent. Everyone is so focused on the babies and traditions that the woman who has just undergone major surgery becomes an afterthought. And it doesn’t end there. Three or four days later, there are more rituals, satsangs, sweets to distribute, and extended family members to entertain.
On top of everything, her MIL even asked her to observe Karva Chauth for her husband. A woman who had just undergone a C-section and given birth to twins was expected to fast for her husband. I genuinely wanted to slap everyone involved. How can anyone be so insensitive?
Honestly, my only prayer to God is that I never, ever have to go through pregnancy if it means being surrounded by people who feel entitled to my body, privacy, and choices. I don’t want my postpartum recovery to become a family event where everyone else’s traditions matter more than my physical and emotional well-being.