09/17/2025
Holy.
Nobody is entitled to be present when someone else is giving birth.
Nobody.
The person with the other human living inside them being evicted, has all the say in who is there.
I have no expectation to be present if/when my grandchildren are born. If am wanted there by the one giving birth, then I will gladly be there. If I am not wanted there by the one giving birth, then I will gladly not be there. It isn’t about me and what I want, it is about them. It isn’t about me bonding with the new baby, it is about the immediate family connecting with their new member.
When someone is pushing a watermelon out of their body, I think they get the say in who is there with them for that magical experience and it’s not up to anyone else.
Some might call me a b**** for this but…
With my first baby, I didn’t want my mom to come see me for at LEAST 3 weeks after my baby was born. I didn’t want her to visit or come help or anything.
I really, Really, REALLY didn’t want my mom in the room with me when I gave birth.
Or my husband’s mom. Or anyone else.
And I’m not sorry about it.
Actually, I didn’t even want the doctor there. Seriously, we aren’t close, this relationship is entirely transactional, they’re only there because they’re paid to be.
Since I DID also want a trained professional with experience present in case anything went wrong, fine, the doctor and her team could be there.
But I wasn’t happy about it.
My mom or anyone else not on the hospital pay roll aside from my husband was a hard no. I didn’t even want anyone to know I was in labor. I didn’t want to tell them to pray or give them a heads up or otherwise have any inkling that I was evacuating an entire human from my womb through my nether regions. I didn’t want phone calls asking for updates or messages “just checking in” or to field prayer chain questions.
I wanted to be left alone in my own little watermelon expulsion bubble. I’m picky about who that is.
My pregnancy had been difficult, I was very sick throughout with hyperemesis gravidarum (extreme nausea and vomiting) and been in and out of the hospital as a result. Being very young, there was a lot of spoken and unspoken judgement all the way through. For the birth and immediate postpartum I knew I needed peace and quiet to recover, low stress, and to be able to focus my attention on my baby, my partner, myself, and our little family.
Mom would try to be helpful, I knew that, but I also know that this was the woman that when she heard my husband and I liked the look of ivy covered our kitchen in ivy contact paper one day while she was visiting and we were at work/school. We came home to an ivy explosion covering the walls, cabinets, windows, and even our little table. She meant well but her help could be stressful.
Going without that kind of well intentioned difficult help for a little bit after the birth seemed like the best way for us to recover and bond.
So I said no audience for the birth and no visitors until the baby was at least 3 weeks old.
If you want the rest of story AND the sign the midwife put on our door giving visitors a heads up on what was expected of them when they visited after, let me know and I'll drop it there.