When I was in labour the midwife told me to do a urine sample when we got booked in and I cried because I was convinced I wouldn’t be able to wee with the labour pains. My mum dragged me into the toilet, gave me a right bollocking and told me to get my tit together and wee. Came out on the spot didn’t it!If I cried on the floor about my dress not being ironed my mum would tell me to grow the duck up and pull myself together
I don’t know why Freda still mollycoddles her it’s not healthy