As Bad As It Gets

This is a week that won't go away and that I will not soon forget. Here in the filling of the mother/daughter sandwich that is me, I've been waiting on both ends for long enough to be tired of the wait. Now mother is home from the hospital and evidently recovering nicely. Yesterday I left school thinking that I had all the loose ends tied up and praying that the grand baby would be born this weekend...how convenient that would be, right on schedule.
There was no word yesterday from the baby watch, so after school I made arrangements to go for Mexican therapy. About 4:00 I missed a call from a phone buried in my purse while sitting in a noisy restaurant.
Then I missed a text. The third call I heard and when I picked up the problem started. She thinks she's in labor, I know I've had two margaritas.
Last weekend we had been through a discussion of her belief that I should not head that way until morning if the labor began late. This wasn't late, but I would have had to do some packing and sober up before I could hit the road. I decided without much thought that I'd just sit tight and go in the morning.
I don't know for sure what all her gripe involves. I know that my problem is feeling kept at arm's length. The vibe is just cool and we'll whistle when we need you, so I admit to feeling a little left out. Evidently that makes my written communication seem like retaliation. She said that she felt I was trying to get back at her.
She also said that I am problematically needy, demanding and have to have everything my way. Then, here comes the hard part, she said that she just didn't want me to come. She said that she couldn't have this conversation right now and she hung up.
I haven't heard from her since. I contacted her mother in law to see if the baby had been born. She said it was false labor and thought they had slept through the night. I sent an apology very early this morning and haven't heard anything back.
This is miserable, truly miserable. And I have no one to blame but myself. I don't know how old I will have to be to finally grow up and handle things the right way. Hell, I don't even know what the right way is.