Hi all. Had my first baby 11 weeks ago, as I'm sure many can relate to, it's a super overwhelming time, hormones and emotions everywhere and not to mention the sheer exhaustion. My partners mum has a terminal diagnosis of cancer and has been living with this for 3 years, she lives 4 hours from us with her husband and we always make the effort to visit etc. And generally ensure she's got lots of our attention.
So, I had the baby on a Thursday and Friday night they came down to visit (stayed in a hotel nearby - small mercies). They stayed until Monday and over the weekend were sat in our living room all day long. We had to make them tea, cook for them and wash up. Admittedly his mum doesn't have lots of energy, so obviously she can't help much. But his dad....! His dad is very able bodied, only 60 and could have helped. The entire weekend I was bleeding, in pain, knackered, overwhelmed but we were hosting them while they sat and lay down on my sofa. It was a bad week in terms of his mums treatment where she had withdrawals from medication, she knew she would feel this way but came down anyway. If they had waited just a week then she would have been in much better health. So, on the Sunday his mum is crying whilst we are eating dinner as she knows she won't see her grandchild grow up (her 4th). I am completely sympathetic to this, I can't imagine how terrible it must be living with cancer and not knowing what the future will bring. However, I feel really really resentful that my first weekend as a new mum was like this. I wanted to be happy and excited and most of all, wanted my partner to be happy. Instead he was in tears because of how upset his mum was. It felt like being ill massively trumped me just having a baby and any attention or focus was on her. She's had our focus for 3 years and I just wanted to enjoy the time. Even in the weeks after, his mum would text pictures of herself looking really unwell and say how ill she was feeling. She never did this whilst I was pregnant, and again I feel its put a cloud over my partners happiness.
As you can imagine I'm too ashamed to say this out loud to anyone I know. I feel horrible and like a complete bitch to feel this way. But I feel like every time I look back on the first weekend of my babies life I just see my partner crying, being stressed and us cooking 3 meals a day for his parents. I'm bracing myself for negative comments here!