Darlings, pull up a chair and clutch your pearls, because I’m about to spill the tea on a tale so juicy, it’s practically a telenovela episode. Yes, you read that right – strap in because this story, hailing straight from the wild world of Reddit (where real people air their dirty laundry with the hope of validation or vilification), comes from a fabulously frazzled new mommy dealing with the mother-in-law from every cliché nightmare. And, oh honey, your favorite internet uncle Roger is here for it, giggles and gasps ready at your service. So, let’s dive into the deep end of this domestic drama, shall we? Let’s dissect the case of the MIL who thought fat-shaming was a postpartum sport. Buckle up, sweeties, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Our protagonist, a 26-year-old new mother (bless her heart), graced the Reddit stage with a story that’s as old as time yet freshly infuriating. After bringing a precious bundle of joy into the world, she found herself in the clutches of her husband’s family – a crew that, let’s just say, wouldn’t be winning any ‘World’s Best In-Laws’ mugs anytime soon. Now, not to be unkind, but it seems that empathy and helpfulness were omitted from their genetic makeup. Rather than stepping up as doting grandparents, they preferred a more, shall we say, ‘hands-off’ approach to grandparenting, insisting on visits only on their turf. Fair enough, everyone’s family dynamic is different. But hold on to your hats, it gets spicier.
One would think the trials of childbirth and early motherhood would exempt our dear new mom from unnecessary critiques, especially concerning her body. Alas, the MIL in question missed that memo and decided to embark on a campaign of subtle digs aimed at our heroine’s post-baby physique. Ah, the classic battle of MIL vs. DIL’s waistline – a tale as unnecessary as soggy fries.
Cue the villainous comments about ‘losing the baby weight’ and comparisons between baby’s and mommy’s ‘chubby cheeks.’ Side note: since when did ‘chubby cheeks’ become an insult? Last time I checked, they were on the universal checklist of adorable baby features. But the final straw shattered when, in a tactless display of unsolicited concern, MIL questioned our leading lady’s ability to run, suggesting perhaps she should ‘start with walking.’ In front of the family audience, no less! Cue collective gasp.
Now, let’s talk turkey. Our protagonist, a warrior in her own right, has not only tackled motherhood head-on but has also been grappling with the demons of a past eating disorder. So, you can imagine how such comments could sting sharper than a bee on steroids. Yet, when she voiced her reluctance to subject herself to further MIL-imposed torture sessions, the specter of guilt was promptly draped over her shoulders. ‘Unfair to keep the grandchild away,’ lamented the MIL, oblivious to or uncaring of the emotional toll her words carried.
Here’s where I lace up my sassy boots and deliver Roger’s Hot Take: Sweetheart, you are not the villain in this melodrama. Navigating the challenges of new motherhood is akin to trying to thread a needle on a roller coaster – monumental without adding body shaming into the mix. The fact that your husband champions your choice to distance yourself from such negativity is not just commendable; it’s vital. Family should be your sanctuary, not a source of strife.
As for the MIL and her choir of complaints? Perhaps a crash course in Empathy 101 is in order. Until then, you keep focusing on what matters – that beautiful baby and your well-being. Remember, self-care isn’t selfish, particularly when it shields you from toxicity. So jog, walk, or sprint away from negativity, darling. And never look back, except to admire how far you’ve come.
In a world rife with unsolicited advice and unwarranted opinions, let this tale serve as a reminder to choose kindness and understanding, especially towards new moms navigating the fragile terrains of self-image and motherhood. As the credits roll on this episode of ‘The Real Housewives of Maternity Ward,’ always remember, dear readers, in the spectacle of life, the only approval that truly matters is your own.
And that’s the tea, served scalding hot, with a side of unconditional support. Until next time, stay fabulous, darlings.
Original story
I (26f) and my husband (26m) just welcomed our first baby a few months ago. Him and I are overjoyed and I am so in love with our tiny bundle. My family has been super supportive, bringing us dinners and making sure we had time for napping while we adjusted to parent life.
My husband’s family is different from mine in a lot of ways. They didn’t want to visit us and only wanted us to come to them (they live about 20 minutes away) and didn’t really care to offer much for support following the birth. We were fine with it and brought our baby over when we were able to – around 3 times a month.
After the first month, my MIL began commenting about how much she prioritized “losing the baby weight” after she had her first baby. At first I didn’t think anything of it, I thought she was just voicing her experience as many people do when they are around babies. She then started commenting on my babies chubby cheeks, and how similar they are to mine. I felt a bit hurt but let it slide once again. The final straw was when my husband was talking to her casually about my wanting to start going on runs again and how we were planning on making it work since our baby is very attached to me. She very loudly said “you’re thinking about trying to run? Shouldn’t you start with walking?” His whole family was in the room and looked at me waiting for my answer. I am an avid runner who only stopped due to my pregnancy, and her comment really hurt.
When I was a teenager I had a really bad eating disorder, one that I am still struggling with. Comments on my body or physical abilities are hurtful to hear, and she is someone who I knew talked about peoples bodies behind their backs, but I didn’t think she would be so mean to my face. I am not skinny by any means, but live a healthy and active lifestyle so weight should not be my concern.
This is where I feel like the asshole. I don’t want to see her anymore. She makes me feel like crap about myself and my husband is backing me up 100%. His mom is angry because she thinks we are just keeping her grandchild away from her and believes it is unfair. He goes there without me but it is difficult to take our baby because she is exclusively breastfed and refuses bottles of any kind.
AITA?
EDIT:
After reading the first few comments I realize that I left out some info. I am currently 5 months postpartum and have been fully cleared by my doctor to begin my running regiment.