You are having your second baby. This time around, you are having a boy (first child was a girl). So, you labour and give birth, then send your DH to call the close family and friends. He does this. Suddenly, your phone is dinging texts of congratulations from FaceBook. You check FB and notice that your Mother has posted about the birth of your son, his name, his weight and height measurements, and his time of birth... before you were even moved to the ward rooms... before you even had a chance to post it yourself. You had no reason to suspect that she would because she didn't do this with your daughter. Would that make you upset?
Added:
I'm no longer upset over this but I do still hold the same feelings about the situation. I just wanted to see how other people would feel, given the same situation. We hadn't told anyone about the sex of our baby, or what the name was going to be. My mother had a lot of my friends on her FB because she either liked to keep tabs on me or wanted to be the "cool" mom that is besties with her daughter. I wasn't traumatized or exhausted or too busy after the birth to post for myself, either. It was my news to share. He was my baby. That was something that I would have liked to have done, as the parent. Yes, she was excited, I suppose, but why not say, "Yay! Baby arrived!"? I mean, she hadn't even seen him yet and she posted all of his stats.
Doesn't matter:) I am over it, I just wanted to see how others would feel on the matter and explain, maybe, why I felt the way I did.
LOL! Ummmm no....
I have more things to worry about. I'd probably be grateful she took care of so I didn't have to. I wasn't hardly on FB after having my son.
Well for my second baby I don't want to announce it to FB only when I can but I did that with my nephew. I guess I was supper excited and my sister didn't mind.
No. I would be thrilled to death that I had a mother that was so excited and cared so much she couldn't wait even one minute to tell the world. Instead, I had a mother who only met my kids one time by accident (they were with my husband) when they were 10 and 6 (years-not minutes, old.) It was the only time she ever saw them before she died-and she couldn't have cared less.



- Oostera
on Jan. 22, 2013 at 2:46 PM