DS2 was born Monday. We brought him home Wednesday but he's been back at the hospital briefly every day to check his bilirubin. He's nursing constantly, as is to be expected. We also have DS1 (7) and DD (almost 2) who are adjusting.
I bruised my tailbone quite badly during the birth and am generally sore and exhausted and overwhelmed, which of course will pass.
This afternoon DH was giving the other two their lunch while I nursed the baby. My top was still up and I was putting him to sleep in the bouncer when there was a knock at the door. It was DH's two cousins who wanted to "stop by and see the new model".
They seemed shocked to see me in pajama bottoms and sort of surprised that I just sat there ( I was trying to hide my wiggly stomach sticking out of my far too tight T-shirt, complete with milk stains). My hair was a mess and I could have used a shower.
The house was similarly shocking. Not dirty, but lots of stuff piled around, DDs toys all over, etc.
AIBU to wonder why they didn't call? And to be irritated that they came by?
They are a bit lonely I think (single sisters in their fifties, they've lived together in the same house since they were teens) and don't have kids so don't have the exhausted newborn memories. :) I was polite of course and promised to bring the kids to see them when we're a little more adjusted but...arghhh!