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I am officially at my breaking point. ​My LO is 4 months old. We are currently in the thick of the 4-month sleep regression. He’s tired, he’s fussy, and he’s fighting his naps like it’s his job. It’s normal. It’s developmental. It’s science. ​But according to my MIL? No, it’s not biological. It’s apparently because I haven’t performed a culinary sacrifice. ​She just looked me dead in the eye and told me I need to express a drop of breastmilk onto a red-hot ladle. Why? Because apparently, the sizzle will magically convince my baby to stop being fussy at the breast. ​I tried to explain the concept of sleep regression. Her response? A blank stare and a "Well, in my day, we just sizzled the milk and the baby stopped crying".

Has anyone else dealt with this level of superstitious nonsense? Please tell me I’m not the only one fighting "tradition" with actual logic.

I am officially at my breaking point. ​My LO is 4 months old. We are currently in the thick of the 4-month sleep regression. He’s tired, he’s fussy, and he’s fighting his naps like it’s his job. It’s normal. It’s developmental. It’s science. ​But according to my MIL? No, it’s not biological. It’s apparently because I haven’t performed a culinary sacrifice. ​She just looked me dead in the eye and told me I need to express a drop of breastmilk onto a red-hot ladle. Why? Because apparently, the sizzle will magically convince my baby to stop being "fussy" at the breast. ​I tried to explain the concept of sleep regression. Her response? A blank stare and a "Well, in my day, we just sizzled the milk and the baby stopped crying."

MIL has been really helpful during postpartum but she has millions of such superstitions and always interferes in my EBF journey.

Has anyone else dealt with this level of superstitious nonsense? Please tell me I’m not the only one fighting "tradition" with actual logic.

Saw a video few days back that she is grieving.. suddenly a lot of thirst trap stories..

I’m currently 3 months postpartum and trying to process the absolute mind-game that is living with my in-laws right now. I honestly don't know if I'm being ungrateful or if I'm being pushed to a breaking point. ​On one hand, my MIL is doing all the household chores and helping a ton. But the emotional cost is becoming unbearable.

​The second I put my son down after feeding him, she’s there. She snatches him up immediately, barely giving me a second to just be with him. And the passive-aggressive comments? They’re constant. She doesn't say them to my face.. she talks to the baby about me while I’m standing right there.

​Then there’s my FIL. He’s been incredibly strict about me breastfeeding, acting like formula is a sin. Neither of them seemed to care that I just went through an emergency C-section and was physically exhausted. My MIL even took it upon herself to check my milk supply while I was nursing, which felt like such a violation of my privacy and body.

Also my MIL has a million superstitious rules that I’m expected to follow without question.

​I feel like a ghost in my own house. I’m the vessel that provided the grandson, and now that he’s here, my only job is to produce milk while they handle the real parenting. I appreciate the cooking and cleaning, but is it worth my mental health? ​How do you set boundaries with people who are technically "helping" you, but also making you feel completely invisible and judged as a mother? Has anyone else dealt with this?