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Mother-In-Law Mall
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Mother-In-Law Stories
December 31, 2007
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DH and I have been married
about 4 1/2 years. I have known my MIL for about 9 years. I love
her just as much as I do my own. She lives in a MIL suite in our
house, and it's perfect! She is the sweetest person I know. There
are some of us who are just that lucky, and it does happen. She
said that she always wanted a DD, and she is glad that her boy finally
got married to me! I am glad, as well!!!
Signed - Perfect!
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I hate to brag when it
comes to MILs, but I have the most creative one ever made. Yep.
That is right. So, that means I win a gift or something, right?
Right!!! I win the gift of giving a good laugh to friends, and
now strangers. There are four children in the family that I have
married into, one DD and three DSs. I married the baby of the family,
so everyone thinks that they need to tell him "how" to
do everything. OK, so let's start from the top. The top: The
second time I met MIL (we were only dating maybe a month or so)
she wanted to speak to me in private. Number one "no, no".
She asked me if I had a cycle. Now, we were standing on a sidewalk
on a college campus, and about 100 feet away were some bicycles.
I thought that the bikes were what she was talking about. I was
wrong. I was speechless, and for me that was never the case. I
was looking for words while I was in disbelief. She repeated the
question, and I asked her, "What kind of question is that?"
I never gave her an answer. I could not look at her the rest of
the day. DH kept asking me what the problem was, and I would just
say, "Ask your mother." She would never tell him. Later
that night, after the parents had left, I told him. He just looked
at me. His mouth dropped and his eyes were wide open. That is
the look I have had on my face for the last seven years. I hope
it is not permanent. Our whole dating life was great until, bu-bu-bu-bum,
"the parents" visited. MIL has asked every question in
the book. One night, we were at DH's apartment and MIL asked, in
front of us all, "DS, do you really think she is the one?"
Sharp words, hurtful words. Unforgettable words. There is no filter
on her mouth. I am not even sure that she runs the thought by her
brain first. The words just come out unedited!!!! After a year
of dating, DH proposed, and a date was set. We were in love. He
never really noticed how his mother was until he was around my family,
and was away from her. This is when it all went down. We were
at a family reunion, and the ring was on my hand. It was beautiful,
and the biggest conversation piece. The MIL said, as she was looking
at the ring with everyone gathered around, "Wow, it is beautiful.
So, do you think you are worth a carat?" Shocked, hurt, nowhere
to run. The family just looked at her. No one could believe it.
DH came over and asked what had happened. I took him to the side,
in tears, and explained. He said, "Don't worry about her.
She says stupid thing all the time." I could not get over
it. That was just not something you just get over. I went into
the house and found a room with a door. I stayed in that room for
three hours. In those hours, DH's cousins had found me, and through
all the tears they told me stories about my FMIL. I began to laugh.
I found it hard to talk to DH later because he just did not take
the matter as seriously as I thought he should have. Later that
night, he got it. He understood, and from that moment in time he
has stood up for me. He has way better tact than I could ever dream
of having. I just walk away and let him handle her. SIL and MIL
are one and the same. I was pregnant with our first child. They
thought that breast-feeding my child would be better for me and
the baby, without even asking me. I am not discouraging breast-feeding,
but it just was not for me. I was a bottle baby, my two nieces
were bottle babies, and we have all turned out just fine, I think.
They also wanted me to deliver the baby without any medication,
all natural. They also told me not to listen to any of my doctors.
WHAT??? I just let them talk, inform, talk and explain. I was
not going to argue with them about my body, my baby and my doctors.
I have talked with my DH and he said, "Do what you want to
do," and that sounded good to me. My due date was coming up
and my water decided to break two weeks early. So, off to the hospital
we went. Contractions were coming and going, but not as the doctors
and nurses wanted, so they started inducing me. We did not call
the ILs just yet. The labor had gotten more intense, and no baby
after 8 hours, so we called the family. As I was handing the phone
to DH, MIL was saying, "Remember, no drugs, like we talked
about." I could not believe that it had been 8 hours. They
gave me an epidural. It was wonderful. Just wonderful on so many
levels. I was getting tired after 15 hours and no baby. At 18
hours they were noticing some changes in the heart beat of the baby
- time to check things out. DD was face up, and not coming out.
My bones would not move. So the doctors said, "C-section,"
and the first thing out of my mouth was, "No, anything but
that." I had not even thought about that. All my life I have
been told that I had birthing hips, and now this??? My sister and
mom were there, and the doctors wanted me to sign off on some papers.
I was tired, in pain, and scared. Who thinks right under these
conditions? My sister suggested the c-section again, out of fear
for the safety of the baby and me. DH was all for it. So, 26 minutes
later, DD was here. Not the greatest experience. The next morning,
the ILs called and I told DH, "Let's not tell them."
But, he explained, play by play, the whole story. She said, "Well,
you had to do what you had to do. But those doctors just wanted
to go home. That is why they had to give you a c-section."
DH stood up to her and explained again. Her reply was, "Well,
I am sure she could have gone a little longer in order to have that
baby naturally." The breast-feeding conversation stuck its
ugly little head up. "So, she is going to breastfeed, right?"
My milk did not come in for two weeks. My body was so confused.
The baby was sick for the first two weeks. She was lactose intolerant.
So, needless to say, I did not breastfeed, and I still hear about
it to this day. Welcome to my world. A world of filter free verbiage.
Signed - Welcome To My
World Of Filter Free Verbiage
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