I don’t usually tell this story, because no one comes out of it well. And this is not directed at OP, or suggesting she would do such a thing. But there are a few comments here focusing on the new dad’s ‘responsibilities as a son’, especially to ensure his parents access the baby. There are times and circumstances when his responsibilities as a son are not going to be compatible with his responsibilities as a partner and new father. I will tell this story as an illustration of that.
We struggled to conceive for about a decade and when DD1 announced her presence, we both thought this was our one and only shot at a miracle baby. I had a history of severe depressive episodes and although I’d been well for a few years and stayed on medication, I was considered high risk for post natal depression and possibly psychosis and the advice of the perinatal mental health team to me and DH had been that we should try to make my post partum time as stress free as possible to help avoid any possible illness.
I had a rough pregnancy first time around and ended up back in hospital two days after DD1 was born due to uterine infection and continued haemorrhage. I was really pretty ill and was taken back in for IV antibiotics, blood transfusions, some other stuff.
The hospital advised me standard procedure was for me to bring baby to the ward with me since she was practically fresh out the factory. PILs had turned up during this negotiation with the midwives and hospital and said I should be “sent” so MIL could “bond with her own wee girl”. Super sensitive timing there. I had also - being hormonal and not well - dug my heels in about being separated from her and saying I wouldn’t go without her. I was reassured this was not expected and we got packed up and headed in.
She and I were in a side room in the postnatal ward. Got there, got hooked up to drips, more tests, saw my consultant, all of that. Consultant was a bit concerned and insisted I try to get some sleep because I was desperately worn out from a long labour and all the blood loss on top of the infection.
Husband tells me to get some sleep, the wee one is in her plastic basin thing next to me and he will take care of her whilst I get a quick nap before the drips are changed over.
I wake up with the midwife changing the drip bags over and no baby. No husband either, but no baby. Midwife responds to my panicked inquiry about the whereabouts of my two day old daughter with “your husband has taken her home, he said that was what you agreed”
I had not agreed. I had not been asked. I would not have agreed if I had been asked.
I call him in a rising panic and lo and behold, he is at home but my baby is not. My baby is at my PILs so that “MIL can have special time with her, you’re in hospital anyway, you know this first grandchild is really important to my mum, anyway I don’t know how long you will be in hospital”.
I will remain permanently grateful to the the kind midwife who sent for the perinatal mental health registrar to come see me, and then to phone my husband and make it very clear that whisking my brand new infant away against my wishes for an indeterminate period of time was pretty much exactly not what he had been advised to do, and my baby better show up ASAP.
He also very kindly wrote me up for a couple of diazepam as a full blown panic episode was definitely not what I needed.
By the time visiting hours came and my parents arrived, there was still no husband and no baby. I was lying weeping in the bed, gobsmacked as to how DH was interpreting these events as a green light to not bring his wife their tiny daughter.
My father called my father in law. I remain uncertain quite how that conversation went, but I know they have never again spoken nor do they intend to.
Still no baby. My consultant discharged me the following morning, mainly as it had become apparent the separation was doing me significant emotional harm when I was already sick. My dad came to get me with my bags of pills when it became clear DH was not showing up. On return to the house I found no one home. I went to my parents as dad was extremely worried about me.
Eventually DH shows up at home with my baby and some tale about how it was “difficult to get her away from MIL, she just loves her so much”. Luckily he did not say this in front of my mother.
I probably don’t need to illustrate that despite the requirement to maintain diplomatic relations with PILs, and their existing arrangement for visitation, any actual relationship with them is dead beyond resurrection after this. But I would add that DH’s decision to put his mum’s wants and expectations in front of my needs during this incident blew a galactic sized hole in our marriage that is not repairable. I stay with him for the children. I am always pleasant and indeed kind to him. He says he is happy in our marriage. I don’t love him and I don’t trust him. He is not my confidante. He has let me down and hurt me on multiple occasions before and after this, but this is the one that I can’t heal.
We had one therapy session over this issue where he became very aggressive and stated that his most important relationship was with his mum and his priority at the time had been to make sure she was included and that she “got her grandmother experience”.
I am glad he feels this strong love for his mum, and I hope she lives a good long time so he can enjoy being her son. Because in eighteen years, he will no longer be anyone’s husband.
Some hurts don’t heal.