Baby Girl
I've always loved kids. When I was a kid myself, all I wanted to be when I grew up was a wife and mom. I babysat a lot, all the kids liked having me watch them. So it was probably just a natural thing for Son and Daughter to like me as well. And I think that is one of the main reasons The Ex hates me. Instead of seeing me as someone who makes a daily choice to love, care for and nurture her children, she sees this as a competition.(Which I would win, hands down. But that's not the point...)
About six months into our relationship, Husband and I found out we were having a baby. This was 100% unplanned; I wasn't raised this way, this wasn't something I was okay with, yet here I was in the middle of it. After getting over the initial shock, I got excited. I was going to be a mom! We were excited, the kids were excited. After a few months, Husband told The Ex we were expecting. Her response: "I already knew." He asked how she knew; if I remember correctly, she told him a friend at work had told her. (We had no idea where she was working and had no mutual friends; we're guessing the kids told her)
The next few months pretty much flew by. Next thing I knew, we were checking into the hospital at 5am on a Friday. Husband called The Ex to ask if they could switch visitation weekends. The Ex asked why. Husband told her I was in labor and we were at the hospital. The Ex replied, "I'm not switching. You need to figure something else out." Husband told her we couldn't keep the kids in the hospital all weekend. The Ex said she didn't care, he had to take care of it.
Husband called his sister, who agreed to take the kids for the weekend for us. Husband called The Ex, told her to leave the kids there. After The Ex dropped off the kids, Husband's sister called him and asked why there was only one change of clothing in the bag. Husband said he was sorry, that The Ex had started doing this recently. (What this resulted in was the kids changing Saturday morning, us washing Friday's clothes, and the kids having to wear Friday's clothes on Sunday again) Husband's sister must have called The Ex, who then called Husband yelling that his sister was mad at her, and this was somehow Husband's fault. Husband told The Ex that he had been asking her to send enough clothes for as many days as the kids would be with us; The Ex screamed, "If I pack more clothes, you're just going to keep them! It's your fault I don't pack enough!" Husband told The Ex that he had no reason to keep the clothes if the kids wouldn't get any use out of them. The Ex continued yelling that it was Husband's fault that his sister was mad and eventually hung up on Husband. Meanwhile, I was literally less than an hour away from delivering. Thank God for epidurals, for real.
Baby Girl was born and while it seemed illogical initially for us to have Son and Daughter on that weekend, I am so glad that they got to be there that day. They got to the hospital as I was getting ready to deliver and met their sister when she was just minutes old. Beautiful memories ♥
Then Saturday morning came. Son had a baseball game in Hometown, which Husband's sister took the kids to. Husband got a voicemail from The Ex, telling him how important baseball was to Son, how pathetic Husband was for not coming to Son's baseball game, how her new boyfriend (who was a hot mess, but that's coming later) "was going to take all of them (All of who? We had the kids) to the game" and how "sad it was that someone who wasn't even related to the kids (Boyfriend) cares more about them and was willing to do more for them than their own father."
Husband's sister brought the kids to the hospital after the baseball game. When the kids were out of earshot, Husband mentioned the voice mail that The Ex had left him. Husband's sister looked at us and said, "Well I don't know why she's bitching at you. She wasn't at the game either."
So if Husband misses one baseball game, it means that he is pathetic, he doesn't care about his kids and isn't willing to do anything for them. Yet when The Ex misses that same exact game when she has no children to care for and did not have to work that day, much less was not in the hospital with a 15-hour-old baby, well...that just means she missed the game.
We left the hospital on Sunday. Husband called The Ex to find out where she wanted the kids dropped off (she was spending a LOT of time with Boyfriend in New City, not Hometown). During the conversation, Husband told The Ex that he really did not appreciate her refusal to compromise with him over the visitation weekend or the voice mail she had left; he had spent almost the entire weekend in the hospital and never got a chance to really spend time with Son or Daughter. The Ex completely flew off the handle, screaming that Husband "didn't understand, she was doing all of this on her own and she had the kids all by herself!" Husband told her that if she was "doing this on her own" it was because she made a point of excluding him. The Ex then began crying and saying, "I can't believe you're trying to take my kids away from me!" Husband told her he had never said that and asked where she got that idea from; The Ex just kept repeating that Husband was trying to take away "her" children. Finally, The Ex said, "Go take care of your little girl" and hung up on Husband.
Happy birthday, Baby Girl.
About six months into our relationship, Husband and I found out we were having a baby. This was 100% unplanned; I wasn't raised this way, this wasn't something I was okay with, yet here I was in the middle of it. After getting over the initial shock, I got excited. I was going to be a mom! We were excited, the kids were excited. After a few months, Husband told The Ex we were expecting. Her response: "I already knew." He asked how she knew; if I remember correctly, she told him a friend at work had told her. (We had no idea where she was working and had no mutual friends; we're guessing the kids told her)
The next few months pretty much flew by. Next thing I knew, we were checking into the hospital at 5am on a Friday. Husband called The Ex to ask if they could switch visitation weekends. The Ex asked why. Husband told her I was in labor and we were at the hospital. The Ex replied, "I'm not switching. You need to figure something else out." Husband told her we couldn't keep the kids in the hospital all weekend. The Ex said she didn't care, he had to take care of it.
Husband called his sister, who agreed to take the kids for the weekend for us. Husband called The Ex, told her to leave the kids there. After The Ex dropped off the kids, Husband's sister called him and asked why there was only one change of clothing in the bag. Husband said he was sorry, that The Ex had started doing this recently. (What this resulted in was the kids changing Saturday morning, us washing Friday's clothes, and the kids having to wear Friday's clothes on Sunday again) Husband's sister must have called The Ex, who then called Husband yelling that his sister was mad at her, and this was somehow Husband's fault. Husband told The Ex that he had been asking her to send enough clothes for as many days as the kids would be with us; The Ex screamed, "If I pack more clothes, you're just going to keep them! It's your fault I don't pack enough!" Husband told The Ex that he had no reason to keep the clothes if the kids wouldn't get any use out of them. The Ex continued yelling that it was Husband's fault that his sister was mad and eventually hung up on Husband. Meanwhile, I was literally less than an hour away from delivering. Thank God for epidurals, for real.
Baby Girl was born and while it seemed illogical initially for us to have Son and Daughter on that weekend, I am so glad that they got to be there that day. They got to the hospital as I was getting ready to deliver and met their sister when she was just minutes old. Beautiful memories ♥
Then Saturday morning came. Son had a baseball game in Hometown, which Husband's sister took the kids to. Husband got a voicemail from The Ex, telling him how important baseball was to Son, how pathetic Husband was for not coming to Son's baseball game, how her new boyfriend (who was a hot mess, but that's coming later) "was going to take all of them (All of who? We had the kids) to the game" and how "sad it was that someone who wasn't even related to the kids (Boyfriend) cares more about them and was willing to do more for them than their own father."
Husband's sister brought the kids to the hospital after the baseball game. When the kids were out of earshot, Husband mentioned the voice mail that The Ex had left him. Husband's sister looked at us and said, "Well I don't know why she's bitching at you. She wasn't at the game either."
So if Husband misses one baseball game, it means that he is pathetic, he doesn't care about his kids and isn't willing to do anything for them. Yet when The Ex misses that same exact game when she has no children to care for and did not have to work that day, much less was not in the hospital with a 15-hour-old baby, well...that just means she missed the game.
We left the hospital on Sunday. Husband called The Ex to find out where she wanted the kids dropped off (she was spending a LOT of time with Boyfriend in New City, not Hometown). During the conversation, Husband told The Ex that he really did not appreciate her refusal to compromise with him over the visitation weekend or the voice mail she had left; he had spent almost the entire weekend in the hospital and never got a chance to really spend time with Son or Daughter. The Ex completely flew off the handle, screaming that Husband "didn't understand, she was doing all of this on her own and she had the kids all by herself!" Husband told her that if she was "doing this on her own" it was because she made a point of excluding him. The Ex then began crying and saying, "I can't believe you're trying to take my kids away from me!" Husband told her he had never said that and asked where she got that idea from; The Ex just kept repeating that Husband was trying to take away "her" children. Finally, The Ex said, "Go take care of your little girl" and hung up on Husband.
Happy birthday, Baby Girl.
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