Me and MIL were a bit bitchy with one another yesterday and dp is now furious with me. Ds is 4.5 months old and I started giving him small amounts of solids (avocado) last week. MIL has always been a bit funny with me, but even so, I was shocked that she has consistently tried to undermine my breastfeeding my son by trying to shove extra thick formula down him and bottles of water, despite me politely, but firmly, requesting otherwise. Ds has a cousin once removed who's 2 months older that him, was bottle fed, started solids at 3 months and now eats bought jars and pureed adult food exclusively. She is very small, overweight and, to be quite honest, a bit floppy. Oh, and her poo is hard and grey. My son, on the other hand, is big, strong, curious, and sociable. The little girl is perfectly sweet and I would hope that she and my son become friends, but MIL constantly compares me and my son unfavorably to this girl and her mum, who is a nurse so, in MIL's eyes, knows better than me. I have quite a bit of built up resentment towards MIL, but that's for another post. I do generally feel that my parenting skills are being openly questioned and not respected though. I am not fastidiously pro-breastfeeding/organic purees, but I do think that owe it to my son to give him a healthy start to life.
So anyway, back to yesterday: MIL tried to give my son rich teas biscuits mashed in water, and I said I'd rather she didn't. This is the first time I've really put my foot down. She immediately quipped back with "oh, well nurse cousin feeds them to HER daughter". I got impatient and said that "I didn't care, MY son wasn't eating crap full of sugar and flour after only a week on solids". She implied that I was being very la-dee-da. Dp was furious with me and said that if I wanted help from his family, I shouldn't question her methods (they usually take him for a few hours a week, and I'm working freelance full-time from home and juggling baby care, cannot afford nanny). Later, in the car on the way home, he said that I had insulted his mother by questioning her parenting skills and that she had managed to raise him and his much younger brother perfectly fine. I pointed out that his brother is morbidly obese and has been since being a baby, so perhaps her nutritional knowledge is limited.
Now it's xmas eve we are not speaking. We're meant to have dinner round theirs later and I'm not sure how to go about things naturally, xmas is about family and forgiving and all that, but I'm pretty miffed. I went to a great effort to make MIL a meaningful xmas gift, hoping that I'll be accepted a bit more, but I feel like staying home and getting drunk and eating the whole fucking pack of rich tea biscuits :( If there's nothing good on the tv, can you help by giving me a stern talking to, to make me feel less petty and bitter before I sulk my way through ds's first xmas? Was IBU to stop her feeding him biscuits? Would it really be that bad? I'm completely doubting myself and wish dp was on my side more.