My parents’ visit went great. My mom was extremely respectful and very complimentary. She praised my parenting and gave us the space we needed so they didn’t disrupt our schedule. She finally asked the questions that I was expecting her to ask a month ago (how did you pick their names?, tell me more about your labor and delivery experience., how did their 2-week check-up go?, etc.). They were also completely self-sufficient. We were totally shocked — pleasantly so. I still can’t believe things went so well.
The second day I thought things were heading downhill. My mom got mad about something (we still can’t figure it out — I honestly think it’s because I asked her to wash her hands rather than use sanitizer) and pouted for the rest of the day. I’m pretty sure she also took drugs. Let’s just say she likes her Xanax. We went for a walk in the afternoon and I swear to you that my mother walked slower than I did 36 weeks pregnant with twins. After we got back, I was getting tired so they left to give us our space. And I didn’t even have to ask! And this was at 4pm! By day three, she was back to normal and stayed that way for the rest of their visit.
My parents weren’t too much help but they did a lot of baby holding and burping, which I did appreciate. They brought food. My mom did, however, repeatedly get Home Run’s name wrong. Even on some photos she posted to Facebook! One of her only two grandchildren and she can’t remember his name! Later that day HR pooped on her so I think we got even. 🙂
They’ve invited themselves back in 6 weeks. I don’t mind the self-invitation, but I made it clear that they should not book any kind of travel until we talk first. We’re moving at the end of September which would coincide with their visit. I’m not sure if it will be more trouble than it’s worth, but we’ll see as it gets closer. I certainly don’t want to deprive them and if we don’t see them then, they won’t see the babies again until Christmas — and even then it will only be for about 48 hours. I’m looking forward to the babies’ first Christmas, but I’m not looking forward to the family juggling that will complicate things. My mom is already a clock watcher (“You spent X days with your in-laws and only X days with us!”) so I anticipate a big one-sided tug-o-war. We’ll deal with that when the time comes, I suppose.
All in all, I’m happy things went well. The babies got lots of extra cuddles. We were pleasantly surprised. Now I just have to not let it annoy me that she still won’t call regularly and she’s still going to send ridiculous text messages to the babies.