Ah, parenting.
Love the comments so far. I’ve been there and done that. My mother, when I called her to tell her I’d given birth, asked me if I was ok and if the baby was ok. And her next sentence was this: “I don’t babysit”. Well, Mom, since you live 600 miles away, you weren’t on the short list. :rolleyes: She didn’t want me to breastfeed; she kept saying in a singsong voice (like she was the newborn):“the service in this restaurant is terrible. Bring me real food!”. When I had to give up BF, she was happy.*
She also told me this heartening news when I was home with 2 very sick small children: “as they get bigger, their problems get bigger, too.”
Isn’t she just a ray of sunshine?
And then there is dear old dad, whom I left with my 18 month old son while I took my daughter to a birthday party. I came home to find Grandpa on the couch, reading the newspaper. Where’s #1 son? I ask casually. “Oh, he’s around here somewhere. I think he went upstairs.” Kid is 18 months old, windows under the eaves are open on the second floor; back and front doors are unlocked… Cross Grandpa off the babysitting list (for awhile).
My inlaws are worse. My MIL is awful. So awful re parenting and boundaries and stuff that reading these, I thought, “well, at least IrishLass’ are dead.” Words fail me to convey all her horridness. How about the time she came to #1 son’s 10 birthday party and brought her own cake for him? And made him (despite my ixnaying it, in my own home. Her son saying nothing-ever.) blow out the candles, cut and eat HER cake first, then the party could commence? How about threatening my kids with never taking them out for a treat again unless they pretend to be asleep on the train so she can get a “Kodak moment”? How about any bit of parenting advice she’s ever offered? This woman just 2 weeks ago invited me to my own daughter’s going away party at her house. I wasn’t aware we were having one. Neither was my daughter. She introduces me as “the mother of MY grandchildren.”
If it hadn’t been for my FIL I would not have let her do stuff with them. We won’t talk about the time I was in labor and I came to find out later that MIL was drunk while watching my daughter…
*we learned a salient lesson from first baby. If at all possible, don’t have MIL or mother come until Family (new mom, dad and babie[s]) have adjusted, say 3-5 days. Otherwise it’s hell. And when they do come to visit; give them chores to do. IOW, be ruthless and say it’s all to help the newborn, even if they’re taking your car to get its oil changed. I know that if I am fortunate enough to become a grandmother, I will scrub the floor or whatever for my child. You know, actually be of help.