My Hell Experience With My MIL 🔥🔥(Part 2)
(Part 2: After Delivery)
I thought the worst was over once I gave birth.
I was wrong.
1) My husband disappeared right after I delivered
Right after I gave birth, my husband disappeared.
I thought he went to the toilet.
He didn’t.
Turns out, his parents decided to take a cab, and my husband had to leave to pick them up.
For what?
To see the baby.
Not me.
I had just gone through labour.
I was in pain.
I had stitches.
And yet, the priority was: first glimpse of the baby.
WTF, right?
2) Pain, stitches, and zero regard for the mother
While I was lying there, exhausted and hurting from labour and stitching, all they cared about was catching the first sight of the baby.
Their only son — my husband — was expected to run around fetching them.
I couldn’t understand it.
Is it really that important to just catch a glimpse of a newborn, at the expense of the woman who just gave birth?
The next day, my husband was completely exhausted.
Physically and mentally drained.
That entire family was irresponsible.
I still remember this clearly:
I had to spam text them just so my husband could come back to me.
That moment is something I will never forget.
3) Discharge day: I didn’t want their “help”
When it was time to discharge from the hospital, I already knew —
I didn’t want their help.
Why?
Because I could command my husband.
I didn’t need fake concern and unnecessary interference.
4) MIL’s only concern: baby, baby, baby
MIL finally showed up.
Her only concern?
• Baby
• Carry baby
• Baby dressed well
That’s it.
It was close to discharge timing.
Not the MIL.
Not the SIL.
None of them helped me:
• pack my things
• clean up
• wash up
They just stood there and watched me pack.
I had to wait for my husband afterward.
Hospital parking was terrible, so I waited for quite a while — tired, sore, and done with everything.
5) Lunch time — same nonsense, different day
It was close to lunchtime again.
Same story.
MIL kept saying she wanted to “help”, right?
Did she prepare lunch?
No.
Once again, I ordered Grab food — for myself and for them.
While freshly discharged.
While stitched.
While exhausted.
6) Car seat drama and unnecessary anxiety
When we were finally about to leave, MIL started questioning everything:
“Is it safe to put the baby in the car seat?”
“Are you sure you’re doing it right?”
Please.
We did our research.
We knew what we were doing.
Meanwhile, she was busy taking photos of my newborn, instead of helping or letting us leave.
At that point, all I wanted was to go home and rest.
7) The audacity
Honestly, if my cervix hadn’t torn and required stitching, I would’ve done everything myself.
And then came the line that still makes my blood boil:
“See, lucky I said I will come along to help.
If not, my son wouldn’t be able to manage.”
No.
You didn’t help.
Not practically.
Not emotionally.
Not at all.
#motherinlaws #motherinlawproblems #motherinlaw #MIL #familyproblems
Reflecting on my own postpartum journey, I completely relate to the exhaustion and emotional turmoil that comes when family members, especially in-laws, focus solely on the newborn and overlook the mother's needs. Many new mothers experience similar situations where their physical pain and emotional needs feel sidelined, leading to feelings of loneliness and frustration just like those described here. In my case, the lack of practical help—such as assistance with packing hospital items, preparing meals, or simply offering emotional support—turned what should have been a precious bonding time into a stressful ordeal. I found that clear communication with my husband about shared responsibilities helped alleviate some tension, but it was still challenging when his parents’ focus was skewed. It’s important for families to understand the critical role of supporting the mother’s recovery process too. Helping with small tasks, respecting her physical limitations, and offering empathetic support can make an immense difference. I also learned that setting boundaries early and expressing your needs candidly can help manage unrealistic expectations from extended family. The anxiety over baby care logistics, such as the car seat, is common and can add unnecessary stress. Doing thorough research and confidently managing these tasks yourself empowers you, although it’s understandable that unsolicited advice or constant questioning can feel invasive. Ultimately, this story highlights the importance of recognizing postpartum care as a shared responsibility—not just focused on the baby but equally on the mother’s healing and well-being. To all new moms facing similar situations, know that your feelings are valid, and seeking support—whether from your partner, friends, or professionals—is vital. Practical support combined with emotional understanding can transform your postpartum experience into a time of healing and joy rather than frustration.
Before marriage ur mil isn’t like this ? 🥺