Pity Party

And so I found myself in a hospital room in an L&D ward with a one day old baby.  I had no idea this was a thing.  If anyone needed to pony up for the deluxe room down that hall, it was Hermione.

How many people could be crammed in this room?  Aunties, kids, abuela (bisabuela!) came into town.  They had folding chairs set up.  Someone brought in food.  Someone had some music playing on a bluetooth speaker.  Someone was watching Netflix. Why are all these people here?  What are they doing?  Why don't they go home and let her get some sleep?  They've been here all day!

It was like I was invisible.  Why am I even here?  This isn't my family, and it's very obvious I don't belong.  Nobody even acknowledged me when I walked in.  Instead they were ALL OVER Sperm Donor for now being an OMG uncle, even though he's been an uncle since we got married.  WTF.   And as they gushed over him being an uncle, they didn't even make eye contact with me.

All discussion was in Spanish, but I gathered that Hermione was not allowed to get up and would be in the hospital for a couple more days.  She looked like hell.  I saw zero medical personnel.  Aside from the whiteboard with a bunch of times on it and the hospital bed, this could have been any cheap hotel.  The baby was just being passed around.

And then I found myself ridiculously drunk with a girlfriend, hey I took an Uber.  And all I could get out between gasping crying was that it's not fair.  It's not fair.