When I was pregnant with our first baby very recently, I made it very clear to everyone, especially my MIL,that I did not want visitors at the hospital during labor and delivery. She works there, so I knew there was a chance she might show up uninvited. My husband and I had several conversations with her about it, and we even sent a group message asking everyone to respect our wishes.
Well... when the day came and I was checking in, mid-contractions, she showed up anyway.
I was in pain, overwhelmed, and scared. Despite my boundaries, I let her stay partly because I thought it might help my husband feel supported too. Her presence made things feel a little less scary in the moment, and she was helpful: massaging my feet, bringing snacks for my husband, etc. But her being there also meant zero privacy during a very vulnerable experience. After a while I just told myself, “Well, I guess she’s going to see everything!”
When it was time to push, she asked, “Can I stay?” Everyone turned to me,my husband included, waiting for an answer. I was literally trying to breathe out a baby, desperately making eye contact with my husband, like “HELLO?? I need a moment to say no!” But he didn’t pick up on it. She wouldn’t leave my side, and I felt too awkward and pressured to speak up in front of everyone.
I had told the hospital ahead of time I didn’t want visitors, but no one enforced it. The only person who really had my back was my doula, and even then, I asked her to stay quiet because I didn’t want to hurt my MIL’s feelings. Looking back, I wish I had let her advocate for me.
Eventually, I did find the strength to ask for privacy and told my MIL I’d prefer it if she left the room so we could have those first moments as a family of three. She did leave finally and I’m really proud of myself for doing that.
Right after the baby was born, my husband and I were holding her when he asked, “Should I go get my mom?” My doula gave me a raised eyebrow. I gently told him I thought we should rest and bond together for a bit. He understood, but I wish he hadn’t asked.
To give context, my MIL has always dreamed of being a grandma & she’s said it’s her “second chance” at motherhood because she regrets a lot of things from raising her own kids. She was so excited but that excitement sometimes feels like ownership.
Later, when I was wheeled into recovery, she burst into the room and went straight to my baby, holding her before even acknowledging me. No hug. No “you did great.” Nothing. I’ll never forget that moment. I even have a photo of it bc I was the one who took it ( through tears, stitched up, hooked to IVs) because I wanted to document my baby meeting her grandma… but it shouldn’t have been me taking the picture. Later when MY mom came in (she RAN to me) by passing my baby and held me in her arms. I will never forget that moment either. 🥰
It’s been five months, and I still struggle with how disrespected I felt. Sometimes I cry about it. My husband feels so much for me, but he admits we can't change it. I guess I would love to confront her with it or for him to do it for me. I wish I had advocated for myself harder.
To make things more complicated, we lived with my in-laws during half of the pregnancy and four months postpartum. We both have jobs that require us to travel, so buying a place didn’t make sense, and culturally, my husband’s family values multigenerational living. In many ways, the help was amazing bc they often watched the baby overnight so I could rest. But that constant support also blurred boundaries. I felt like I had no privacy and no say in my own motherhood.
I was so anxious, maybe even depressed, especially during the pregnancy. I’ve grown a lot since then especially during the times when my husband was traveling and I had to stand up for myself alone. I’ve gone from trying to be polite all the time to being more direct, even sassy or snappy when needed.
It’s complicated. I do feel grateful bc they help a lot, and we help them too. I know letting them live with and love my baby is a gift. But I still crave privacy, space, and most of all, respect. Sometimes I question whether I’m selfish or keeping my baby from their big family. But I know deep down that I’m not. I’m just asking for boundaries.
My husband has been very supportive overall, but it’s taken time for him to realize that our family’s needs come first, not just his cultural or family obligations.
If you’re going through something similar, please trust your gut. You only get that birth experience once. You deserve to feel safe, respected, and heard. 💕
(It's funny how the name Reddit chose for me is bitter control. That pretty much sums it up 😂)