I'm sitting in my room fuming because my ILs (who have always been awesome by the way, I almost never feel the need to vent about them because they are genuinely very nice people) have suddenly decided to stop listening to anything I have to say now that DD is here. I swear I want to smack the stupid out of them lately. They had DD for the afternoon today while I ran some errands and went to a dentist appointment and DH came with me. I didn't want to leave her with them, but DH basically begged me because his mom guilt tripped him that she never gets to see her. Apparently as far as grandparents so she gets put on the back burner; all of our parents live hours away from us, but she lives the closest and since she doesn't work, comes up regularily while my parents see her on holidays.
I wasn't a fan of the idea because recently everything I say gets corrected by them in a "you'll see" kind of way or just brushed off! Like feeding her veggies before fruits is "pointless" because a sweet tooth runs in their family so it's unavoidable that she'll always want to eat sweets. We'll "give in" when it comes to giving her any juice or other sugary beverages. No cow milk before 1 makes no sense because my milk will dry up before that (like MILs did) and "then what will she drink?"; and so on (these gems are just on the subject of food so you get the idea of how annoying this is). Anyways, I caved for DHs sake, and honestly his sanity but today was basically the last straw.
We get back to the house and DD is losing her MIND in the other room (alone -_-). I go straight to her and pick her up and she grabs on to me for dear life. They proceed to tell me she has been like that for about 20 mins and they decided to let her cry it out; "besides, it's good for her lungs" (strike one). DD is teething and wants to be held more. I realised this is the cause of her recent tantrums because she is in pain and wants to be comforted more often; which I explained to them before leaving. I change her diaper and get her dressed in another onsie because the one she had on is soaked in tears and drool to her belly button.
I try to brush it off and ask how she ate today. They say she didn't take to her bottle. DD has never taken to her bottle well and it takes some patience and coaxing and holding her like she is about to be breastfed for her to take it now after 2 weeks of practice. I showed them this before I left and asked if they tried that and they said "no she was just in her high chair". WELL WHY THE EFF DID I SHOW YOU?? Was I lying and she actually takes the bottle fine while in her highchair? Did you even try the technique I showed you to get her to eat, no, of course not!!! (strike 2)
I say to DD, "oh my baby you must be hungry!", because I was gone for nearly 4 hours. I had some frozen purees in the freezer but did not tell them about it because DD is just starting on them and gets constipated if she has anymore than 1Tbsp per day right now. MIL stops me and says she had 2 crackers, a couple (she couldn't even recall how many) cubes of "the orange one" (carrots), and sucked the chocolate off of 3 cookies. Yes cookies. Celebration milk chocolate cookies, made for adults. (strike f*&%ing three).
Both DH and I had our cell phones and they never once said anything when we texted them. I'm so livid. I wanted to punch a wall. Everytime I asked them something they treated it like it was NBD or I was over-reacting.
Q: Why didn't you try holding her when she cried and chewed on her hands?
A:She's a big girl (amazing, I didn't know "big" encompassed 5 months)
Q: Why didn't you try the technique I showed you for her bottle?
A:She needs to learn how to take a bottle normally some day.
Q:Why didn't you ask me about the food in the freezer?
A:It's baby food isn't it? She's a baby.
Q:Why did you give her CHOCOLATE COOKIES?
A:It was the only thing she seemed to like and it kept her quiet. I think she likes them :) (Cue me wanting to punch FIL in the face).
So now DD is fed and back asleep, and I am fuming in our bedroom with my first glass of wine in over a year while DH figures out what to say to his parents when he calls them for a "talk". They aren't my parents therefore not my problem, but I AM DHs problem if this doesn't get this resolved. Congrats to you if you made it this far, and congrats to me if this makes sense between my keyboard smashing/typing and serious wine buzz.