DS (9 m) might have swallowed a closed staple, along with some newspaper, earlier this week. I rang my SIL, who's a GP and frequently doles out family medical advice, to see what she reckoned the best course of action was, because ds was acting normally, not in pain, and I didn't even know if he'd swallowed the bloody thing or not! (there was a hole around where the missing staple should have been. And I don't usually let him eat his way through the sunday supplements, but my eyes were not in the back of my head that day.)
She said, call NHS Direct, we did, they said it was best to bring him in for a look, we did that, it was all fine, nobody was worried, sent home with a checklist, bla bla.
The point is (yes there is a point!) that I specifically asked SIL not to tell her parents to avoid worrying them (naturally we would have told them if he'd had to be kept in or have an X-Ray or anything else like that).
Now, I have literally lost count of the number of times SIL has asked me or DH 'not to tell' her parents when she confesses some error of parenting to us (won't go into them, but the usual stuff like falling off the bed, leaving the stairgate open and the baby making it all the way up, etc). MIL is a bit unpredictable in the way she takes things, and there's no point in worrying her about non-events, or giving her ammo to use against us. So this morning, MIL rang DH and said 'did I have to hear about DS eating a staple from someone else?'. SIL had told her. I'm so pissed off with SIL that I'm not even using a christmas .
Ok, so AIBU to want to ring her up and bite her head off, remind her of all the things I've 'covered up' for her, and never tell her anything again? T'would 'spoil christmas' if I started WWIII, I suppose. DH is more than I am, if anything, says she's always been a tittletattle.
(I am prepared to admit that I'm taking this a little too seriously but am blaming it on hormones. Just started periods after 18 blissful months without, grrr.)