Instead of it being blissfully happy and peaceful, I’m bombarded with all these different emotions. The worst of it coming from my mother. My delivery was very quick, and early morning around 2-4am (don’t want to be specific on time, for privacy) I decided that I wouldn’t text/call my folks till after Bub was born. You know, trying to be considerate because there wouldn’t be much they could do anyway.
I texted them first with a beautiful pic of baby and called them, only to cop an earful from my Mum about how I could have dared to not have said anything earlier and that I was treating her like a stranger...
I couldn’t handle it and hung up crying.
Fast forward and they come to visit me in hospital, Mum is awkward as and barely wants to talk to me or show any interest. I can barely talk to her either and it kills me.
They’re having issues with my hubby which compounds the whole situation too.
I’m too exhausted for this shit and petty temper tantrums.