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Frequent Fry HerTM
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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
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- 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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