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Originally posted by Darthhoob:
thinking about it, i think the most insulted i felt was when i just had my eldest son, i was single (having dumped my twat of an ex 2 weeks before after finding out he started taking cocaine...last straw!). when it was the dad's visiting time the midwife pulled the curtains round me
the hubby of the lady next to me opened them though and they invited me to share the choccies he bought for his wife
the next day when my brother picked me up, the same midwife assumed he was my partner and told him he should be ashamed of himself standing me up like that
Bliddy hell Hoob.... thats almost the same as when I had my eldest. Apart from that the cocaine taking ex left me when I was 6 months preggers.
But after having her I was put in a room with another woman... I was really young, and she was alot older than me, and her and her baby were really really hairy (sorry, but they were).
She used to breast feed sitting in a chair with her legs on the bed, knees parted, facing me, with her full harvest festival on show.
Anyway, we exchanged pleasantries, and obviously the fact that "there was no father" came up. When her hubby (a short dumpy curly haired man, like Nigel off Eastenders) came to visit, I heard her whisper to him "that poor girl is on her own... whisper, whisper, whisper".
Her hubby the proceeded to pull his chair between our two beds, split the bouquet of flowers in two, gave us both a layer of the box of chocs, and bless him, he even tried to coo over my baby too.
Now I know this was not an act of malice, it was in fact really really sweet.... but it made me feel 100 times worse than I had.
What with their sympathy and my hormones... the baby blues kicked in pretty quick.
Twas fine after I discharged myself though!