Just Simply Jen

I'm an aunt to what I am only going to assume is a gorgeous little boy. My sister had her son a little over an hour ago. Since this is my blog and she doesn't know much about it, I'll be brutally honest. I thought I would be overwhelmed with joy. Lord knows I was so excited when she called this morning to tell me that she was headed to the hospital to be checked. For the past month or so we have been waiting for this day. She always talked about this day with the conversation saying that they would need to call this person or that person but I would be at the hospital. That said, imagine my disappointment when I got a two minute phone call an hour after she has the baby and all I can get out of them is that he is "5lbs 11oz or so" and she "Guesses" I can come by tomorrow. I have been waiting all day for them to call me. I am the only family she has here and I feel like somehow it went from her wanting me to be part of it to not even being wanted to go see my nephew. I can't put it into words really but I'm hurt. Very hurt. I so could understand her not wanting me in the room, but she didn't even want me at the hospital! She had no problem calling me all the times she needed something or was bored and wanted me to go over there to keep her company, and I was always there for her. Even when I would have liked to have just had a day with my husband and son, I gave her all of my attention and consideration. I just don't rank sharing the special moments with I guess.
Maybe I am being selfish. I'm feeling a lot of that today. I'm glad she is healthy and well and the baby is here. I just feel really hurt and left out. I'll get over it. When I called my other sister to let her know the baby was here, she didn't mind rubbing it in that I wasn't there. I know that was just her being jealous because she didn't even get a phone call. She told me that she would have gone up there anyway. I didn't do that because what is the point of being there when she didn't want me there. It's not like she didn't have enough to think about without having someone there she'd rather wasn't. It was her day after all.
Ok, I'll get over myself. I promise. I should be used to this type of thing from my family. She's moving this time next year and I won't see her for a while I'm sure. Why does family have to be so stressful?