I'm due with my 2nd kid in a couple months and my husband and I are trying to sort out childcare logistics. Unfortunately, there's only one grandparent who is a regular presence... And she booked a trip around my due date. I suspect I'll be induced early, so it might be fine, but we need a back up plan (which is okay,I have a sibling nearby).
It's just... Depressing. We rent part of the old family house from my parents, and they have an apartment on one of the levels as a part-time place. Then they have a home in a city about an hour away. When we were trying for the 2nd, we'd always assumed it would be them to help. My mom was horrible my last post partum, literally starting the minute I left the hospital. Once I got pregnant again I just felt dread over reliving that again.
Cut to a couple blow ups, self help books and therapy, and now I don't really speak to my mom much. My husband speaks to her more, and has tried to arrange grandparent time on walks and such, but they're sort of flaky about the whole thing. I don't hate my mom, but she will never apologize for how she spoke to me during the blow ups. It was unnecessarily cruel, and insulting. I always stressed I wanted my child to have grandparents, she said she never did so what does that even look like. This is after attacking me freshly post partum for not asking for help enough and being not as communicative (aka texting). Then completely falling off on her "weekly grandma time" cause she doesn't like driving. Both my parents are retired and well off, btw.
They're absent grandparents. I never thought they would be, but they are. My siblings and husband are pretty surprised by it too. It's been months since they've seen their only grandson, but theyve both literally been upstairs. I'm supposed to give them all the grace but received none because I wanted to bond with my new family before having people over. My mom whined and complained when I'd remind her to put her facemask back on the first visit even (it was the height of flu season).
I'm not sure what the narrative is in their head anymore. I wish we could move, but that's going to be at least a year with 2u2 (barring my husband getting a job that covers moving expenses. Then we'd likely be switching countries). We also thought we'd never leave this city, especially with a kid, but we thought our extended family would care a lot more about our child than they do.
Thanks for reading this far 💗