I can’t sleep at the moment and for some reason all these memories have come back and I don’t know what to do with it all. I think I have PTSD but I never got a chance to process all my feelings. I’ll try to keep it short and factual:
Tried for 5 years to get pregnant. Went through lots of rounds of IUI and IVF. Finally got pregnant and from that day MIL stressed me out regarding gender of baby. Rather than be happy I got pregnant she kept saying “I hope it’s a boy if it’s a girl I will be disappointed”. She carried on till the day baby was born - a girl. I gave birth and doctor put my DD on my chest and MIL was then standing over me grabbing DD! The midwife intervened and MIL stood there sulking. Stupid DH tried to get his dad in room too but nurse stopped him thank God. I had lots of gas and air so I was kind of out of it I didn’t know or care what was going on except looking at my DD.
Loads of other things happened including my DD constantly being taken off me and never being allowed to hold her. Straight from hospital we had to go to MIL home and I had to sit there all night whilst all the in-laws came and wouldn’t leave her alone. There are pictures of my less than 1 day old baby being held by complete strangers I’ve never met!
The next several months was hard as I had a year off for maternity so MIL would come into my home multiple times a day with spare key DH gave her. She’s never knocked on door just walked in. I felt unable to relax ever and was on constant alert of any sounds which meant it was her coming in, she hated when I Would hold DD and just stare at me when I was holding her. She created so many fights with DH and myself as I would ask him to help me such as ask her to knock rather than just walk in and to not visit multiple times a day but maybe every other day. She accused of me of keeping her grandchild away from her and I would be happy if she wasn’t in DD’s life! She would cry and make her daughters (my SIL) feel sorry for her. The whole in-laws would gang up on me.
Even on DD’s first Christmas I spent with them and following Xmas wanted to spend with my mum and dad and MIL caused so many fights and told me I wasn’t allowed to visit my family!
After 2.5 years of putting up with this behaviour from that evil bitch I defended myself and stopped talking to her, DD is now 11 years old and I have slowly got better over the years. But sometimes like today I just feel so sad. I was watching a video on social media of a newborn baby and wishing I could have had time alone with my daughter. Truthfully I don’t feel I bonded with her. My second was so much better as I didn’t care about the crocodile tears frommMIK or sulking from DH. I can’t get over what she did to me, I don’t see her often I see her maybe 6 times in a year just a duty/ obligation visit. Sometimes I feel sorry for her and talk to her nicely and help her around the house and buy a gift at Xmas etc. but most days I hate her. I wish I never married DH and I wish I had never let that evil cow walk all over me. I wish I could have had those previous moments with my firstborn. I sometimes look DD and I see MIL as they share similar features.