Feeling a bit shell shocked at the moment. My mother just realy hurt me and i am still trying to process my emotions and why i am feeling so upset by this.
Bit of a lengthy backstory, i have a very close sister, we love and hate each other passionately as only sisters can, but ultimately have a very deep bond and any fights we do have flare up like a firework and are resolved or forgotten about quickly. They can be quite often though, to the dismay of our family and partners and i admit it can be a bit tiresome at times, especially after a few drinks. Guess there is a good dose of sibling rivalry/jealously but all in all we are very close and always have been.
5 years ago I got pregnant for the first time and my dsis thought it would be fun to go through pregnancy together, so got pregnant with baby no2.
Our babies due dates were eight weeks apart. I remember feeling really unsettled by this at the time as she had problems with early miscarrages in the past which were deeply upsetting for her and i had supported her through each one. I had this terrible fear that she would lose the baby again and it would be very difficult to see me go through the rest of my pregnancy. Time went on and both pregnancys progressed well, it was such a relief as we were out of the danger zone of her previous losses and we started to get really excited about having our twins... :) Talked about names loads, i was unsure about my girls name but had firmly decided to name the little one after my husbands father if it was a boy.
I then had a stillborn baby girl at 32weeks. We'll never know why, she was perfect, the doctors reckon it was either a clot in the placenta or a chord accident but the death was officially unexplained.
It really fucked me up, i didnt lift my head of the pillow for months and totally shut down. I dont really remember much about that time, but my sister was there for me throughout. i remember her running a bath for me at her house when i left the hospital after giving birth. My milk came in and my breasts were so purple and engorged and i had no baby to feed. She just held my head as the useless milk seeped out into the bathwater and we just cried and cried and cried.
She went on to have a healthy baby girl.
I pulled myself together and was there when she brought her little girl back from hospital (even though part of me broke again, not because i wanted her baby but because i wanted my baby, i so desperately want my little girl back in my arms and everybody cooing over how beautiful she was). I firmly believe that had our relationship not been so strong i would have fallen apart and missed welcoming my niece into the world.
A year later i got pregnant again (got my bfp on my dd1's birthday, which felt like her way of saying "its now time to move on mummy"). I had a very stressful pregnancy but I went on to have my darling dd2 and although i will always be a bit broken inside she has helped me heal. She is my world.
Life went on and my sister got pregnant again. My mother and i were babysitting her kids while she was in hospital giving birth anxiously waiting for news. We finally got a phonecall late that night and she'd had a little boy, The first boy of the generation and I went from utter elation to horror as she told me his name - my husbands fathers name, the name i had chosen for my last pregnacy if the baby had been a boy. I felt like she had stabbed me in the heart. She knew it was the name we had chosen. I burst into tears and really struggled with holding in how upset i was when we went to see them in hospital the next day.
We have struggled with discussing this since, she brought it up once when we were drunk and told me she was upset with me because i made her feel bad when she was in the hospital and nearly spoilt her bringing him home. I couldnt talk about it and had to walk away. We havent discussed it since.
A close friend just had a baby boy this weekend and my sister rang and laughed when she told me they had also used the name. This stung a bit, but we dont own the name and was no where near as upset as my sister using it.
I was talking to my mother a minute ago and she also thought it was funny that someone else close had chosen it too. She openly laughed and her words were "i made such a hoohaa about it when my dsis choose the name". I feel like my mother and sister have had a cruel laugh at me over this. Why dont they understand? This really cut me deep. Why did she laugh at me and take such pleasure in telling me?
How is it funny?
I got off the phone and burst into tears. Not because they had used the name but because they laughed. I am really struggling to get my head around this....