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Well, I Just Think
Age: 32    MIL Age: 57

Some Day, I Will Laugh About This ...

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Frequent Fry Her TM - well I just think, 1 of 4 needed/Posted: 16-AUG-03
I recently allowed my ILs to baby-sit for my six month old DD.  They called on a Saturday afternoon, saying that they were ten minutes away and would love to sit for us.  I groaned, figured it was better to get it over with, and told them to come on over.  I nursed DD right in front of them before leaving.  DH told them that there was an ounce of expressed breast milk in the fridge (left over from that morning, when I'd gone out for an appointment), but that he would be astonished if she wanted to eat.  We went out for 90 minutes.  When we came home and walked in the door, we heard DD screaming her little heart out.  I made DH go upstairs to find out what the heck was going on.  He found MIL and FIL anxiously hovering over DD on her changing table - MIL had changed her diaper, which took her about ten minutes, and was now trying to fasten her romper back up while the poor baby wept.  DH had to tell her, "Mom, the diaper is on.  The baby needs to be held and calmed down!  Pick her up!  You can worry about fastening her outfit later!"  MIL then chastised us for not leaving enough milk for DD.  "She was hungry fifteen minutes after you left!"  Yeah, right - MIL's solution to any problem is to shove a bottle into DD's mouth.  MIL gave us a rundown of the past ninety minutes - they watched her video twice, put her in her jumper, put her in her swing, played with all of her toys, and then changed her.  No wonder DD was shrieking - she was completely overwhelmed and overstimulated!!  DD dove into my arms to comfort, nurse and try to shut everything out, which of course led MIL to state, "See?  She's hungry!"  The kicker?  DD had slept through the night for the first time ever the evening before they came over.  But after my MIL had worked her magic, it took me three days to get DD to even nap consistently again.  And she wonders why I don't want her to baby-sit.

        Signed - She Wonders Why

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Frequent Fry Her TM - well I just think, 2 of 4 needed/Posted: 17-AUG-03
When I was pregnant, my one wish was for a private labor.  I didn't want anyone but my husband to know.  If I could be like a cat and have my babies in a closet somewhere, with no one the wiser, well, that'd be my idea of perfection.  I know some folks want everyone in the world in the labor room, but not me.  I just wanted to call people and say, "The baby's been born!!", and relay the good news.  The thought of people pacing the hallways horrified me - and, besides, I was petrified that my MIL would come barging into the delivery room.  She once even offered to come and take pictures of the birth.  Well, my MIL was not thrilled with my answer at all.  So, one Saturday afternoon, DH called his mother to talk to her about something or other.  After a little while, the conversation moved on to how I was doing.  DH mentioned that we were 37 weeks pregnant as of that day, and MIL asked, "That's out of how many weeks?  36?"  Then she moved on to the big question that she just couldn't let go of; "Are you going to call us when [she] goes into labor?"  "We will call you when the baby is born," DH answered.  I, of course, could only hear his side of the conversation, which consisted of comments like, "We don't want anyone at the hospital while we are in labor.  There is no waiting area.  It will make us very tense to have people there before we are ready.  Of course you can see the baby at the hospital, after she is born."  Apparently, MIL went into this long monologue about how she wants to know when I am in labor, how she wants to be involved, and how, when we got married, she felt like just another invited guest, and not at all involved (DH and I did all of the planning for our wedding ourselves).  We paid for it ourselves, and it was totally and completely our gig - that's the way we work.  We didn't look for a lot of input or feedback from outside sources.  We knew how we wanted things to be, and that's the way we did them.  My mother and father - the parents of the BRIDE - were no more involved than DH's parents in any of the decisions.  This is her grandchild, and she wants to know when I go into labor, and she wants to see the baby at the hospital, and so on.  She kept saying that they wouldn't try to go to the hospital or anything, that she just wanted to know.  She then proceeded to STALK me for the remaining weeks of my pregnancy.  If I didn't answer the phone at home, she would call my husband to see if he was at work "just to check".  If he didn't answer his work phone, she'd call his cell phone.  Since he was always wearing his cell phone so that I could reach him whenever I needed to, every time it rang he'd jump five feet in the air.  Despite my husband talking to her again and again, the behavior didn't cease.  We ended up calling her to let her know that I was in labor.  The alternative - and my greatest fear - was that she would just show up at the hospital.  So, we felt that we had no choice.  The one thing that was incredibly important to me was ruined by her, and I don't think I'll ever forgive her for it.

        Signed - Still Incredibly Bitter

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frequent fry her - well I just think, 3 of 4 needed Frequent Fry Her TM - well I just think, 3 of 4 needed/Posted: 17-AUG-03
This woman knows no shame, I swear.  When she found out that I was pregnant, she actually asked us where we conceived the baby.  "Oh, oh, oh, was it on my birthday weekend when we all went down to the Cape?"

        Signed - Knows No Shame

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Frequent Fry Her TM - well I just think, 4 of 4 needed/Posted: 22-OCT-03
My husband became very ill in the middle of the night, and I had to rush him to the nearest emergency room.  After evaluation, he was admitted.  I spent a long night sleeping beside his bed.  I was ten weeks pregnant at the time, and struggling, myself, with severe morning sickness.  When dawn arrived, DH and I agreed that I would drive to our home that was ten minutes away, catch some sleep and a shower, and return that afternoon.  And, we said that I would call his folks to let them know what was going on.  Well, when I called my MIL, she flipped out.  After criticizing our choice of hospitals (sorry, lady, it was DH's choice to go to the closest possible location, given how sick he was), she told me that I should stay at home and that they would take care of everything.  She instructed me to call before I returned to the hospital.  I, of course, ignored her.  After my nap, I returned to the hospital to find my FIL, MIL and SIL chatting up a storm with poor DH, who had a tube up his nose and was in terrible pain.  Yet, they seemed to treat it like a social occasion!  They bought him books that he wouldn't read under any circumstances, comics, and so on, as though he were on vacation.  The nurses and doctors had been harassed by my MIL all morning long.  She kept saying that she "wanted to ask the questions that we would not think to ask", implying that I am incompetent, and incapable of taking care of my husband.  When we talked to her about this behavior recently, she tried to claim that it was because she was worried that something would happen to the baby.  Please.  She's just a control-freak and a rampaging b!tch.  And, it gave her great personal pleasure to run DH and me over when we were vulnerable.

        Signed - Disgusted With Her, As Usual

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