I want to start by saying I never had any issues with my mil until recently. She has been saying things and doing things that bother me. She calls to brag about my fiance giving her money and spending time with her, every time she comes over she tells me how fat I got, she has been so insensitive to my major health issues, and many more things. She has really been getting under my skin.

I am 33 weeks in a high risk pregnancy. I have preeclampsia and heart issues. Last night i started getting contractions and my resting heart rate shot up to 140. I had to go to the hospital immediately. My fiancé was out of town for work so I called my mom, dad and friend first to see if they could take me and they all said no. Then i had to call my mil and asked if she could take me to the hospital bc i had to get there asap. She sounded irritated but said okay. She took her sweet time getting here and then when we got to the maternity triage, she was driving me nuts. The nurses and doctors kept asking about my preeclampsia symptoms and heart symptoms and she kept interjecting to talk about her own health issues. Then when they had to give me an IV and EKG she kept interrupting the nurse to tell her “oh i had this done today too bc i have a heart condition”. Then every time i was saying my back hurt from contractions she was complaining how badly she was uncomfortable in the chair. Basically she didn’t like the attention was on me (for good reason) and wanted to talk about herself.

Turned out I was having contractions because I was dehydrated so fluids solved that problem and it also lowered my heart rate from 140 to 100. They were still timid to send me home right away due to my headache (it could be a severe and serious symptom of preeclampsia) so they gave me all types of medication to see if it would help my head. If it helped i could go home. Around 2:30 am they gave me benydryl for my head via IV and that made me so drowsy I could barely keep my eyes open. Then she decided she had enough and told me she was leaving and to call my mom for a ride home. I was half asleep and tbh thought i was dreaming. Then when they decided to discharge me I was completely alone at 3 am. I tried calling everyone in my phone over and over and no one was answering. I was terrified to take an uber home bc it was so late and bc of how drowsy I was. I finally got ahold of my friend at 4 am and she was able to pick me up.

Now my mil is texting me asking what the dr said. I didn’t even reply because I am so mad. I am trying to calm myself before having a conversation with my fiancé because my anger right now won’t lead to anything productive.