I am very pregnant, and have to go into hospital as soon as labour starts. My closest family (dad) lives 2 hours away.
The original plan was that a friend take DS (3) when labour begins, then my dad could pick him up and take him back to our house when he arrives. We are also in the middle of a lot of major works in the house, which my dad kindly offered practical help with.
About 3 months before my due date, my dad casually lets me know that my sister will be visiting him from overseas for a month, but that she will be leaving almost a month before my due date. My sister and I are estranged, and have not spoken for over 8 years - I like it like that, and my life is calmer for it. However, I know this means that my dad will not visit during that month, and so will be limited in the practical help he can give on the work around the house. Not a problem.
2.5 months before my due date. Dad tells me he is now going to fly 8 hours to visit my sister for a month, before she visits for a month. Apparantly she needs some babysitting (!) while her DH is away with work. This is not the first time he has travelled to her to babysit, and she is also not short of babysitters/help/family where she lives (just to give it some context). So now I know there is no real chance that he is going to follow through with any of the practical help he offered. Still, not a problem. After all, what's most important is that he'll be here to look after DS .
My dad arrives back in the UK, and I see him during the 1 week he has free before my sister arrives. He is full of useful bloody advice such as me taking things easy, not working too hard, and resting more - really helpful, unless they have suddenly invented another 12 hours in the day. I work full time (self-employed), have a 3 year old, am trying to help DH as much as I'm able with the (essential) work that needs doing around the house. Honestly, even thinking about how knackered I am could set me off. On top of that, I'm at the hospital 2-3 times a week for monitoring as I'm at risk of pre-eclampsia, my baby is on the large side, and I've just developed sodding gestational diabetes. So yes dad, thanks, I'll just take your advice and rest.
A couple of days later (still before the arrival of my sainted sister) I get a phone call from my dad asking what day the baby will be here. He is not ignorant to the mechanics of pregnancy or childbirth, and he is absolutely not referring to a planned induction or c-section. He KNOWS that you can't predict when labour starts. He is also aware that DS was a bit early. My brain was obviously working quite slowly, because it took a little while to register what was happening. He was trying to pin me down on an actual date that I would "need him". He then drops into conversation that my sister will not be leaving until close to my due date. I tell him I have no idea when I will have the baby, that labour starts when it starts, and remind him (as an example) that DS was a couple of weeks early.
"Oh", he says. It then completely hits me. The point of this conversation is for me to somehow try and fit giving birth around my sister's visit. I finish the call as quickly as possible, so that I can explode.
Since then, I get the odd email (because he would never dare phone while my sister is there) asking if I know what date the baby is arriving yet. I have since been told by the hospital that I will be delivering early (something I am not thrilled about), so have let him know that it will be within the next few weeks (while my sister is still here). I don't know when though, and find it stressful that he keeps trying to pin me down on a date. Meanwhile, I have had to impose on friends who have already done so much to help me that I hate asking, and have hopefully cobbled together alternative care for DS. I hadn't yet told my dad, and he emailed to suggest that I sent DS to go and stay with him (and obviously my awful sister) while I had the baby. He has only ever watched DS 3 times in the past, always at our house and never for more than a couple of hours. The idea that I would send DS to him, and my frankly toxic sister is ludicrous to me, never mind the fact that DH and I would never want DS to feel that he had been 'sent away' just as the new baby arrived. His plan would also still rely on me knowing in advance when the baby as arriving too. Oh, and he also mentioned that he would be taking my sister and her children to France for a week or so, during the time that I could possibly have the baby.
So I am ranting about this here, rather than my head exploding all over again. He went from offering to help with the work around the house and looking after DS, to completely bail on me to visit with my sister. He couldn't have made himself less available! I have now told him that I have made other arrangements, so he just hasn't mentioned it again, and emails (occasionally phones) as if everything is normal, but I am seething. I'm sure the hormones don't help, but I am so pissed off and he is just having a lovely time with my sister and her kids.
I have to take DS out now, but will be back later to receive my stern talking to/advice on dealing with the volcanic fury that keeps building.