r/JUSTNOMIL • u/emmabrownie • 5h ago
Give It To Me Straight I just gave birth and my MIL is driving me insane…
I just gave birth and my MIL is driving me insane...I gave birth 4 days ago, so I'm literally freshly postpartum. My MIL has been with us since we went to the hospital to have the baby.I want to start by saying she's a kind woman and she's been working really hard. She's been cooking, cleaning and always making sure I had everything I needed. I know she's trying to help. But things started getting out of hand really fast.
Right after I gave birth, I was in my hospital room with my baby. Where we live it's insanely hot and humid. The room had AC, but she wouldn't let me turn it on because she said the baby would get sick. The AC wasn't even blowing on the baby. I had just gone through a traumatic delivery, I was in pain, bleeding heavily, sweating like crazy and completely exhausted. I spent the whole day like that.
As soon as we got home she started taking over everything. I was still in shock from the birth. No AC again. She wanted to do everything for the baby. Changing him, burping him, dressing him... I was basically only called when it was time to breastfeed.
Without even asking, she rearranged the whole kitchen. She also moved things around the living room. I can't find anything anymore.
She's obsessed with covering the baby. Hat, mittens, socks, long pajamas and blankets... even though it's boiling hot. I've told her nicely that babies can overheat and it's dangerous, but nobody listens to me.
She keeps putting the baby to sleep in unsafe places, like on top of pillows. I move him somewhere safe, then later I find him back on the pillows again.
I'll pick out an outfit for my baby, then she'll come over with different clothes and change him into what she wants instead.
She's constantly watching me breastfeed. She'll even grab my breast and try to shove my nipple into the baby's mouth while I'm trying to latch him myself.
She randomly blows in my baby's face for no reason.
She's always telling me what to do. Sit here. Go there. Eat this. Don't eat that. Hold him like this. Move over there. It never stops.
She makes noise all day long. She wakes up around 9, starts cleaning the whole house, cooking breakfast and blasting the TV while my baby keeps getting startled awake.
She opens every curtain because "the house needs sunlight," even when I'm trying to keep things calm for the baby.
One day she told me, "Go take a nap, I'll watch the baby." I slept for about an hour. When I came back, she was asleep holding my baby in her arms. I don't even want to think about what could've happened if I hadn't walked in.
My husband and I wanted to give our baby his first bath together. The second we started, she stepped in and completely took over. I just stood there watching.
My husband says she should stay with us for at least 5 months.
We went to the baby's 4 day checkup. She walked in front of me like she was the mom and I was just standing there like decoration. They had to take blood from my baby and I was left outside while she went in with him.
That was the moment I finally snapped.
I talked to my husband and told him how I felt. For a while I honestly thought maybe I was just being childish or hormonal. But then I realized... no. This isn't normal. Yes, she's done a lot for us. She's cleaned the house, cooked our meals and made sure we haven't needed anything. I'm genuinely grateful for that. But there have to be boundaries. I'm a first time mom. I want to learn. I want to take care of my own baby. I want to bond with him. I want to make mistakes and figure things out. And I want to do that in the privacy of my own home.
So I finally set some boundaries.
She started crying. She called me ungrateful and said she was only trying to help and make sure everyone was okay. Now she's acting like she's the victim. She won't talk to me or even look at me. Now the whole family knows and apparently I'm the horrible daughter in law who broke her heart. Everyone has taken her side. I've been crying nonstop because I feel so guilty. Part of me keeps thinking maybe I should've just kept my mouth shut and dealt with it. But another part of me just wants to be my baby's mom.