I don’t feel close to my daughter. Shes 9 years old and I think she feels it too as she asks me constantly if I love her and ofcourse I tell her everytime I do. I have a younger child who I feel closer to and I find it easier. I think the biggest reason is I wasn’t “allowed” to bond with her whereas with my youngest I was older and stronger and told my MIL to fuck off. When my daughter was born my MIL was in the room, I had no choice as DH decided it was to be this way. He tried to bring FIL into room whilst I was naked and doing my first feed but the nurse thankfully stopped him.
MIL would visit 3 times at least a day and never gave us a chance to bond with our daughter, she was constantly there. She would yank her off me mid-feed but I wasn’t allowed to be upset. I actually thought this was all normal! When she was 4 weeks old MIL had a huge party in a hall and all the aunties on DH side took turns holding her and passing her around. When I was feeding her in a separate room they all came and watched me, again I thought all normal as my own mother said they just excited. My MIL caused so many fights with me and DH over my DD, she cried when I asked her if she could just visit once a day so I can get some rest. She emotionally manipulated me by crying and saying she’s just coming to help me and I won’t be happy till she’s out of our lives for good, she threatened suicide etc. I was made out to be the bad guy everytime. SIL’s said I’m nasty to their mum and I asked one at the time how many times her MIL visited to which she shut up as her MIL lives in another country.
I feel so sad, I want to be close to my daughter I just don’t know how? How can I bond with her?
im sorry I just need to get some more memories out - my MIL from day my DD was born to this day always say “she looks nothing like you, she’s 100% my son, she has nothing of you” then she laughs, all the aunties did this once and laughed whilst I sat there. My daughter was born via ivf and I know this sounds crazy but these comments made me doubt she’s mine, I thought maybe they mixed my egg with another woman as MIL says she’s nothing like me.
Another memory - MIL looked after her 3x a week (her choice and she would have wanted more days if I worked FT) when I would pick her up my DD would run and hide and say “go back to work mummy!” To which MIL THE EVIL BITCH would clap and laugh along to.