When I had my eldest (2006 eek) it was a nightmare. I had a csection. My parents turned up as I left recovery and insisted on "settling us in" on the ward. The next lunchtime they turned up again during visiting with my Grandma and great nanna. Then on the evening they arrived a 3rd time. Except this time I ended up with them, my nanna, 2 brothers and OH brought his older girls.
Ward rules said no more than 2 at a time so we had to shuffle people in and out so everyone got to meet DD. By the time they left i was exhausted and just wanted my OH who had barely seen DD that day because he had his oldest two.
By the time I got home I was fed up of people but, of course, visitors just kept appearing. I was only 21 and thought it was something I just had to accept. You know, the done thing?
This time I am older and wiser. Nobody but OH and baby's sisters will be allowed in the ward. Anyone else is to be turned away.
When I get home people are welcome between 10 and 3. Outside of those times the door is locked with the exception of anyone calling to let me know. That allows me breathing space and time for all of us to bond.
And as for those who couldn't ever bother to visit when we needed them... not welcome at all. This isn't a circus.
It seems cold I guess but I've learned that I need to set the rules. The only feelings i should be worrying about are my own.
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