First, we didn't want (or rather I didn't want) visitors in the hospital. Numerous reasons, but two main reasons were that it's our third and I really just wanted to rest, and because I didn't want to expose my son to any illnesses (my husbands aunt visited us with the flu when we were in the hospital with our second). Well I hadn't even given birth and his grandparents and his aunts and his SICK mother were in the waiting room. They all knew we didn't want visitors. So when I was told they were there, I told my husband to tell them they were not going to be coming into the room, they could wait until after we moved to our "permanent" room to visit. That wasn't the answer they wanted, and went to the nurse and asked to come in, and I guess when gram explained that I wasn't going to let them in, the nurse said that visiting hours were over anyway (which I'm sure was her way of trying to diffuse the situation). Instead, gram called my husband saying they wouldn't be able to see us after we moved to a different room. So I said for them to go home then. I wanted the first hour or so with just my husband and my baby. This lead to an argument between my husband and I., because his family lives 45 minutes from the hospital and they're old and don't like to drive at night and blah blah blah. So I gave in, except his mom. She couldn't come back if she was still sick. my husband didn't even get the chance to hold him before everyone else was barging in, including his sick mom. So when gram went to pass the baby to mom, I freaked, and apparently hurt some feelings. Oh well. (Turns out she has bronchitis. Yeah, not near my newborn thanks).

So moving on. I tell everyone that visits and those that ask me if they can visit, that we are planning a "meet and greet" for the new baby when we get home. One aunt asks if it will be at our new house "because she's never been there, hasnt even been invited over," except she was. Twice. And then tells me that I "can't have it" these two weeks because she may be in Georgia. Another aunt tells me that I HAVE to have it at my mother in laws (who again, has bronchitis), and it has to be our first week home or the last week of September because she's planning a vacation and won't be home any other time. And then gram says she's going to go ahead an pick a day and plan it all, and she will just let me know when to be there. Aaaaand I lose it all. I'm already mad, and I feel like they're bull rushing me into things. I start yelling that they need to just stop. That I'm just not going to have a meet and greet, and whoever hasn't gotten to meet the baby will just have to make the trip up to see us, AFTER they call and make sure it's ok.

Fast forward to the day we come home from the hospital. My husbands paternal grandparents are watching our two older ones while my husband comes to get me and the new baby. He waits until we are about to pull into our (long) driveway, to inform me that we have visitors.......

EVERYONE in his family is at our house. To throw a "surprise " welcome home/meet and greet. Sigh. Well, I hope they brought food, because I'm not cooking. They brought food..... They brought a cake..... So we ordered a pizza. I wasn't cooking.

Apparently, I was rude for not having "decent food", and ordering pizza. And because I gathered the baby up to nurse him in the privacy of my bedroom, im ungrateful that they traveled up here (only 45 minutes) and threw the party that I wanted to have....

This is the longest post ever. Please tell me I'm not being overly emotional and that they were out of line the whole time.

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