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I'm not getting over things really - I can bluster and bullshit all I like but the nightmares are still there (combination of the preemie stuff, the behaviour of some of the NICU staff, the horrifically bad transitional care we received and birth trauma that would have rattled anyone without the rest thrown in there)... and I'll have to start reducing my anxiety medication soon so I'm off it by the time this one is born (I've requested they do the timescale for that based on 33 weeks and not 40 for obvious reasons).
My cousin, who loves to run her mouth off and belittle anyone else's parenting anyway - who breezed through her last birth went to term again last night, with yet another easy birth and out in 6 hours... she's always around ours at Christmas - last year I had hours of her nitpicking my pregnancy - this year she was already going to have a field day at the fact we're hitting milestones on adjusted age (therefore in the eyes of an obnoxious competitive mother "delayed") and be pick pick picking away for birth details I really don't want to share (even my mother only knows half of it - doesn't know the shredded bits of placenta being manually pulled out, the reaction to the anasthetic, the lying spinally blocked in a ward with newborns and their mums looking at me like I must be some kind of deranged bereaved mother who would want to steal their babies)... and now of course my daughter's first Christmas is going to be utterly overshadowed by the blessed earth mother (sounds nasty but her behaviour last year was disgraceful) revelling in her new baby and amazing birth experience again and again and again.
I'll add she limpet mines onto our family as she behaved soooo appallingly when younger that her own cut all ties with her (we're talking theft, we're talking rape allegations, we're talking 10 suicide "attempts" - never very serious but much more attention seeking - in the space of a week... she managed to overshadow my entire teenage years putting the entire family through this)... and she's a really nasty piece of work - last year I just got endless grief off her and I was already dreading the milestone nitpicking this year - but now I'm going to get this, and inevitably judgements about WHY I delivered prematurely (from the woman who smoked, drank and ate utter crap all the way through her pregnancy) and I just want to curl up under a rock and hide - family don't care how it makes me feel, about how I feel shoved out of my own family (they'll even do stuff on occasion like invite her to family events but not invite me - and not tell everyone else I wasn't invited so I look like the bad daughter), how it hurts me constantly that there are HUUUGE photos of her first child up all over my parents' house - but none of me, and only tiny photos of my daughter... we have to go to them for Christmas for various reasons - and now it's going to be an utter nightmare (moreso than even the year when my mother decided to regale us all with stories about the pair of 'em shagging in a field in the Lake District over the turkey).
It's raked everything up again basically - and now I know the entire time my beautiful, bright, bubbly little daughter's going to be picked at as defective and some kind of a failure - as am I (but I'm used to being viewed as a failure in our family - didn't want her to inherit that same emotional baggage).
My cousin, who loves to run her mouth off and belittle anyone else's parenting anyway - who breezed through her last birth went to term again last night, with yet another easy birth and out in 6 hours... she's always around ours at Christmas - last year I had hours of her nitpicking my pregnancy - this year she was already going to have a field day at the fact we're hitting milestones on adjusted age (therefore in the eyes of an obnoxious competitive mother "delayed") and be pick pick picking away for birth details I really don't want to share (even my mother only knows half of it - doesn't know the shredded bits of placenta being manually pulled out, the reaction to the anasthetic, the lying spinally blocked in a ward with newborns and their mums looking at me like I must be some kind of deranged bereaved mother who would want to steal their babies)... and now of course my daughter's first Christmas is going to be utterly overshadowed by the blessed earth mother (sounds nasty but her behaviour last year was disgraceful) revelling in her new baby and amazing birth experience again and again and again.
I'll add she limpet mines onto our family as she behaved soooo appallingly when younger that her own cut all ties with her (we're talking theft, we're talking rape allegations, we're talking 10 suicide "attempts" - never very serious but much more attention seeking - in the space of a week... she managed to overshadow my entire teenage years putting the entire family through this)... and she's a really nasty piece of work - last year I just got endless grief off her and I was already dreading the milestone nitpicking this year - but now I'm going to get this, and inevitably judgements about WHY I delivered prematurely (from the woman who smoked, drank and ate utter crap all the way through her pregnancy) and I just want to curl up under a rock and hide - family don't care how it makes me feel, about how I feel shoved out of my own family (they'll even do stuff on occasion like invite her to family events but not invite me - and not tell everyone else I wasn't invited so I look like the bad daughter), how it hurts me constantly that there are HUUUGE photos of her first child up all over my parents' house - but none of me, and only tiny photos of my daughter... we have to go to them for Christmas for various reasons - and now it's going to be an utter nightmare (moreso than even the year when my mother decided to regale us all with stories about the pair of 'em shagging in a field in the Lake District over the turkey).
It's raked everything up again basically - and now I know the entire time my beautiful, bright, bubbly little daughter's going to be picked at as defective and some kind of a failure - as am I (but I'm used to being viewed as a failure in our family - didn't want her to inherit that same emotional baggage).