I'm an expat, "trailing" DH. This spring we had to move countries. It was two years before we expected to have to move ("have" because with his job we don't have too much say in this and his position doesn't exist working locally anywhere). DC1 was 18 months and I was pregnant. The whole thing was incredibly stressful, not helped by me not wanting to move until after baby was born, but not an option.
So we move and one week later I'm back in old country to see midwife. She spots a problem, I see the dr and am allowed home, but put on modified bed rest for next 11 weeks. I suddenly can't look after DS1 as can't lift him, or move that much so mornings he goes to a local crèche that seems v nice but it's something I hadn't wanted to do for another year. I knew he'd be fine, but I was heartbroken that he was away from me before I was ready (he wasn't ready either, but he's happy now).
We'd been in new country a week at this point.
MIL came to help out. She's very helpful in the house and with DC1, so good person to have around we thought (and kind of her to come - my own DM didn't offer for weeks).
I was having a really tough time. Shortened cervix and regular contractions that came if I moved or was stressed/upset. It was not at a point that was "dramatic" the Dr said, but it was serious and if I didn't follow orders I'd either end up in hospital or with a preemie and he was certain of that (midwife wanted me admitted to hospital then and there). I was also told that if I felt that things were getting better, I could move more, but just a little and not to push it. So, I did as I was told.
I found it INCREDIBLY stressful. I basically felt that if I inadvertently did too much (went to the loo once to many times, went downstairs for dinner) that I could end up causing the death of my baby or serious health problems or at the very least spend the first few weeks of its life watching it through a plastic box. I felt that it would be entirely my fault and so I was cautious.
DH didn't think about the consequences of me doing too much until I spelled out what life would be like with a preemie in hospital. I was flipping furious with him for not thinking what it would be like to be me, never mind being stuck at home in a new country with one friend who is lovely and visited and brought me lovely gifts, but was one person, not a support network and missing DC1 (creche in morning then out in afternoon with MIL because he would try to jump all over me). DH also wasn't touching me, holding me, sitting with me, nothing. So some of this anger came out over the weeks.
MIL seemed to also think it was important for me to follow orders, but have no understanding at all of the stress I felt every time I had a contraction. It could have been BH or a real one and there was no way of knowing. There was an increasing "air" that I was being unreasonable to be moody or angry with DH, because I was having so much help from her and DH. DH told me I was essentially imagining it, she was being supportive.
Eventually, after she'd gone and after some more arguments, DH admitted that she thought I was doing less than I could have been and that was unfair to him. He sort of agreed with her at the time and then later said he was wrong and he didn't realise how worried I'd been. This to me is total BS because I'm extremely good in conveying how I feel about things.
So now we have a healthy baby and a great birth experience. I know I'm extremely lucky and I'm thankful every time I look at her. I can't get rid of the anger I feel though at having to deal with it myself. The house and DS1 were well taken care of, but the fact I was so isolated and the health of the baby was resting on me solely still makes me cry. I was in a shop the other day and saw the newborn clothes, Moses baskets, baths, the things you get before baby is born and I just started crying, because it reminded me of the feeling of being so scared that I would inadvertently damage our child and nobody cared about that. I also don't want to see (even on Skype) MIL because I am upset that she was dismissive and embarrassed because if she didn't understand that I was living some hellish nightmare with nobody to talk to, she must think I'm an irrational freak!
So sorry this is an essay. I have deleted it three times in recent days because it is too long, but don't know how else to give a relatively full picture with less details. Thank you for reading this far. I am also a regular but have name changed because this totally outs me!!
AIBU to still be angry and upset about this?