Having a baby, my mother-in-law ignores me. She is old and ill, and I don't want to care about her, do I?

Son, the mother-in-law who is confinement ignores me. She is old and ill, and I don't want to care about her.

After I got married, I lived in my mother-in-law's house. My mother-in-law's house is one of those villages in the city, so she didn't buy us a house. ) Mother-in-law is lazy, indifferent and selfish. Husband belongs to the treasure mother type, very silly and filial. His mother is always right, and his daughter-in-law is always wrong. He quickly hid, whether he asked or not.

Married for two years, has been struggling to have children. My husband is a few years older than me, and he cares nothing all day.

Finally, I couldn't resist the encouragement of my relatives and friends and made up my mind to have children. During pregnancy, my family, including my husband, didn't let me go to the hospital for prenatal examination, first once a month, then once every half month, and then once a week. I'm the one who runs up and down with a big belly.

When I was seven months pregnant, my hands and feet were swollen. Usually wear size 37 shoes, and at this time wear my husband's size 4 1 shoes. There is no gap between swollen fingers. I still ride my bike to work every day with my swollen legs. I have to buy food and cook. When it snows in winter, I go to work by bus and my colleagues can pick me up at the station, but my husband has never sent me to the station from home. This is what I expected, so I don't care.

In the last two weeks of pregnancy, the attending doctor told me that the baby was too big and the amniotic fluid was turbid for the second time, which required caesarean section. I went to the hospital every day for a month. I have an appointment with the doctor to go to the hospital for caesarean section.

During pregnancy, I prepared all the baby products myself. The only thing I don't know is that I have prepared a lot of toilet paper. I didn't buy it! After being hospitalized, the nurse went out to buy it for me (my mother's home is not local, it's far away, it's her first time as a mother, and she doesn't know anything). On the day of caesarean section, my parents-in-law came.

Because it was a cesarean section, the child quickly left the delivery room. The head nurse happily held the child and told me that her husband was a girl. My parents-in-law sat on the stool for a long time without saying a word or looking at the children. Because the head nurse and I are acquaintances, after returning to the operating room, she said smoothly: Your parents-in-law are quite patriarchal!

After staying in the hospital for a few days, my parents-in-law went to eat outside the hospital by themselves, leaving me alone. My husband went to work far away, thinking that his parents were in the hospital and didn't care about me. I eat fish soup and chicken soup distributed equally by other people's head nurses, or steam other people's eggs into custard in the microwave oven and bring it to me. I can't get out of bed when I stay alone in the hospital at night and the child is crying. The nurse on duty heard the child crying badly and took care of the child for me in my ward at night.

After four days in hospital, my parents-in-law went through the discharge formalities without saying hello to me. The hospital bed was tense and the doctor agreed. My parents-in-law told the doctor that it is convenient to take care of me and the children when I go home. After going through the discharge formalities, my parents-in-law took all kinds of gifts and clothes brought by colleagues, relatives and friends in the ward, and did not tell me about the discharge. At that time, the wound hurt so much that I didn't think about anything. I didn't expect them to do this, because when I was admitted to the hospital, the doctor said that cesarean section must stay for one week, and the infusion should be anti-inflammatory! I thought I had to stay for a week.

When the nurse came to clean up the ward, she saw me still lying in bed. There was nothing in the ward but me and the children. When the doctor came, I was embarrassed to say that your parents-in-law had gone through the discharge formalities. You have to go home, sister. I didn't kick you out. Someone will come to your bed soon.

Obstetrics and Gynecology is on the third floor. My wound hurts so much that I can't straighten up. So I held the child in one hand and the wall in the other, and bent down. Slowly, step by step, I walked to the door of the hospital. It was the longest and most difficult road in my life. I took a taxi home at the gate of the hospital. I'm broke. Fortunately, the driver was very good and left me at home. I asked my neighbor at the door to help me pay the fare.

When I got home, I lived a neglected life, and I couldn't exert myself on my cut waist. But the child urinates, cries, feeds, feeds and stinks. Every time I get out of bed, I try my best and my clothes are soaked with pain.

I will eat three meals a day for the next month, and I will eat whatever my family eats. I haven't seen any eggs, snakeheads, pigeons, black-bone chicken and fresh milk sent by relatives and friends. Breakfast: a steamed bread and half a bowl of pickles. Lunch: a bowl of noodles. Dinner: a bowl of porridge, half a bowl of fried garlic shoots or fried eggplant and wax gourd. Mother-in-law's oral language is: the child is so young, I am good to her, she doesn't know.

After I was born, I became independent. I take care of the children at work. I am more relaxed and free to go to work, and my leaders take care of my difficulties. Then I bought a house and moved out.

Now that the child has grown up, her mother-in-law is often ill and hospitalized for three days. I really don't want to see her, but in order not to quarrel with my husband, I will go to the hospital to see her symbolically every time I am hospitalized. When I was not in front of her, she complained that my husband couldn't control me. I didn't go to the hospital to wait on her, and I didn't stay with her at night. Every time I arrange a child to be hospitalized, my husband goes.

I don't want to care about her from the bottom of my heart. I don't want to forgive her. I was fed up with grievances when I was young. Now that I am old, I don't want to be wronged any more.

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