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).