My Mom Wanted Me To Save My Brother – Through My Own C-Section Chapter 1

To save my brother, my mom forced me into early labor, drugging me to have my baby born prematurely.

The moment my son was born, he was used in a bone marrow transplant for my brother. The surgery left my son with a fatal infection, and he didn’t survive.

I was devastated, and in my grief, I was hit by a car. After I died, my husband, unable to bear it, jumped off a bridge with our young daughter in his arms.

My family was so wrapped up in my brother’s recovery that they thought my death was justified. Even at my graveside, my mom just kept saying:

“Now that you’re gone, don’t forget to bless your brother. That’s what a real sister would do.”

Coming back for a second chance, I’ll finally see if my mom has it in her to act like a mother.

When I woke up in the hospital, Jack was by my side. “How could you keep something as big as being pregnant from me?” he asked.

It took me a moment to process everything. Then, suddenly, it hit me—I was back. I’d been given another chance. And I was right at the moment I’d just discovered I was pregnant.

Jack took out his phone, still upset. “I’m calling Mom. She should know.”

I grabbed his phone from him. “Jack, what if we don’t go through with this?”

Seeing him again choked me up. The events of the last life washed over me; I felt the pain of all I’d put him through.

Jack softened, surprised at my suggestion. “Megan, it was wrong of me to get so upset that day. You’re my wife. I love you, and I love this baby too. But I also won’t stand by while someone else suffers if we can help.”

His caring words hit me hard.

In my last life, Jack worried deeply after our difficult first pregnancy. He even planned to get a vasectomy so I’d never have to suffer through a second birth. But then, to save my brother, I went behind his back and got pregnant again. We had a terrible fight, and I accused him of having no heart. In the end, he reluctantly went along with it.

As soon as I knew I was pregnant, I told my mom, unwittingly triggering the tragedy to follow.

When her call came, she jumped right to it, her voice excited, asking if I was expecting.

I answered bluntly, “No.”

“Megan, you have to hurry,” she snapped. “You know how bad things are with your brother. Be a good sister.”

Her familiar refrain hit me hard. “Mom, I don’t make all the decisions around here. If you’re that concerned, there are other ways.”

And I hung up.

Jack still looked puzzled, but I just said, “If you want our family to stay safe and sound, you’ll trust me on this.”

Two months ago, Billy had been diagnosed with leukemia. The only way to save him was a bone marrow transplant, but none of our family members matched. My mom’s solution? Get me pregnant with another baby for Billy.

In my last life, I had fought for months to deliver a second child, risking my own life. My son was just a baby, yet they rushed him into a transplant. Billy recovered, but my son was too young, too fragile, and the infection was too strong. He died soon after.

The family celebrated Billy’s recovery, but I fell into despair. Overcome by grief, I was struck by a car and died. My husband, heartbroken and desperate, threw himself off a bridge with our daughter.

Our entire family gone in a flash. And my mom and Billy? They went on, living luxuriously with the money Jack and I had left behind.

This time, I just wanted to be a good wife and mother.

Once she learned I wasn’t pregnant, my mom was visibly disappointed. I took her hand and told her, “Even if I have another child, there’s no guarantee he’ll be a match for Billy.”

Of course, in my last life, I knew my son’s marrow would match Billy’s perfectly.

My mom frowned, “Stop talking like that.”

“I have another idea that could improve Billy’s odds,” I told her.

Her face brightened. “What’s that?”

“You could have a baby. That way, whichever child matches best could donate the marrow.”

She paled and glanced awkwardly at Jack. With a forced smile, she replied, “Don’t you think people would laugh at me for having a baby at my age?”

“Mom, what’s a little gossip compared to saving Billy? You’re his mother, after all. Shouldn’t you act like it?”

My mom stared at me in disbelief. I had always done exactly what she wanted, never defying her before. I could tell she was shocked I’d even suggested such a thing.

After all, she had never once thought to consider bearing a child to save her son. No, she had pushed that burden on me instead.