Saturday was the day of my husband's cousin's wedding, and our son was going to walk down the isle with his two cousins close to his age ahead of the bride. Not an issue, everything went fairly smoothly for having three kids under the age of two so something like that. Good, we all get sat and the ceremony begins. Little did I know, my MIL, whom my son sat with pretty much the remainder of the ceremony was sharing a sippy cup with his other two cousins, the youngest of the three goes to daycare, and just so happened to notice the cousin older than my boy had a runny nose that they were fighting to wipe. Like wtf? First you all think it's ok to let three bacteria infested children share the same cup in the first place. Then you think it'll be fine to continue letting them share this sespool of a sippy cup after one of them has a snotty nose. Like the fucking hell, woman? So I pulled my kid over the pew to sit with me the rest of the ceremony. I'm steaming, and my husband can tell. Well Sunday evening rolls around and my boy starts running a fever. We give him a dose of Tylenol (after I explain to DH how much of an ignoramus my MIL is for getting our kid sick) and go through the remainder of our evening til about 8:30. Lo and behold, even after more medicine to bring down his fever, it spikes to 104°. So we do 90 mph all the way to the ER with our hazards on. We get there and before we're completely checked in, they take us to this little side room to start evaluating him, which scares me. This ER is notorious for being basically awful but it was the closest one to where we live. So they check him all over and within ten minutes, we get our bracelets, get in a room, and they're ordering him tests to see what's going on. Three hours, several vials of blood, an X-ray, an RSV swab, three popsicles to get fluids in him, and a dose of ibuprofen later, his fever is under control and they tell us it's just something viral and to keep giving him ibuprofen and Tylenol to keep the fever down. We get home at 12:30 a.m., I know my husband is going to be miserable in the morning since he has to be in Marion by like 6 because he's a truck driver.Monday morning we run to Walmart to get more Tylenol and ibuprofen and a bottle of the Zarbee's cough syrup +mucous because my boys throat hurts, get him all drugged up, and my husband gets home that night. He says his cousin who is father to the baby who goes to daycare, just called him apologizing. He said they had just found out someone from their daycare had contact with someone who had hand, foot, and mouth disease (I was prepared for hearing that because our nurse Sunday night told us to be on the lookout for the rashes). I hold no ill will towards the cousin, they didn't know what their daughter carried. So i get up this morning and, sure enough, my poor boy has rashes on his hands and feet. All day Monday my MIl was saying how they were gonna stop by and see "their boy"(which urks me to no end how they act like they're his parents and they know best and this and that and the other). I haven't responded to anything she's sent me. I sent her one text Sunday on our way to the ER saying we were on our way there due to his fever spiking and my fear of him having a seizure, she didn't respond. After us getting there and having pretty much all the tests run, she still hadn't text back. DH steps out and calls her, apparently voices got raised because she still didn't feel at fault and how they used to put kids with chicken pox together to get them immune to it and all. I understand that, and I respect that's how she used to do it and that's fine. There's a reason we decided to vaccinate our child, it's less painful for him than to just let him get the sickness to build his immune system. I also failed to mention this woman was a first grade teacher for twenty-six years. She knows how gross little kids are and how quickly all of them can get sick. I'm just baffled by how ignorant of a decision it was to let all three of them share a sippy cup. I just hate how this woman thinks she can do to my child how she pleases just because she thinks she's wiser than me because I'm so young. This isn't the first problem I've had with her doing dumb stuff like this. My child always comes home sick, constipated, dirty, acting a fool because she doesn't think he should be treated the same way at her house ( I understand grandmother's spoil, but there's absolutely no structure at her place e.i. bedtime, diet, discipline, etc. My boy didn't want to eat his food, so she walks over and gets him a chocolate chip cookie after I told him he was fine, didn't need one, and just being fussy). She underminds me as his mother constantly when we're around them, it's been a constant argument in our house because I don't like going over there and my husband thinks we need to spend more time with them. Thankfully, after Sundays whole ordeal of my child's brain almost getting cooked due to her bullheaded old foolish ways, he agrees with me on not letting her watch him especially by herself for awhile. But I also feel like he thinks I'm taking this too far. I just look at it as I'm trying to protect our child. This woman is great as far as in-laws go, she's very helpful and usually supportive. But as a grandmother, she's about to lose the right to see this child.

Does anyone think I'm overreacting? I just hate seeing my baby hurt.

P.S.: I would hate to exclude her from our lives, but she's been a problem for awhile now. And I've tried to talk to her multiple times on how she watches my child. Like when I say she send my child home constipated, he scream in pain from trying to go. When I say she spoils him, I mean he comes home hitting and being mean because she lets him get away with everything. She lets him drink Diet Coke and coffee even though I have asked her repeatedly not to give it to him because first, he's only eighteen months and that ridiculous and second, it upsets his belly and he throws up. I've asked her to change what she feeds him so he doesn't suffer, I've asked her to please limit what he does over there as far as hitting and letting him be mean. I've tried explaining to her how we want our child raised, and she insists on doing it her way and it's not good for our baby. She intentionally ignores me and does what she wants and it ultimately ends up hurting our baby, that's why I'm limiting her contact with him.