Tantrum.
After several nights running in which much of the bedtime routine was transferred to Mommy, I am alone with the baby boy tonight, after being away all day.
I don't know what went wrong with bedtime besides Mommy's absence, but I've got a tantrum on my hands. Well, in the crib.
Why oh why?
Doctor says I must check my blood pressure at home and if it is high at home she wants to treat it. I've been borderline all my life, always managed it pretty well with exercise. Which I am not getting enough of these days.
I'd kind of like to have a tantrum about this myself. Not the recommended check, but the possibility of needing further treatment. Triggers all these fears about mortality and aging and being like my parents.
I want my love to be home too!
Time for next check-in with the tantrum-child.
UPDATE:
After about 45 minutes of rocking and cajoling I put the child down in his crib and calmly said goodnight. Then I followed a technique recommended in a book of frequent but brief reassurances. After about 45 minute of this he cried himself out and went to sleep. Found him crumpled in a heap, clinging to the bars of the crib. Fortunately, he was tired enough to stay asleep when I straightened him out and covered him up. Poor baby.
I don't know what went wrong with bedtime besides Mommy's absence, but I've got a tantrum on my hands. Well, in the crib.
Why oh why?
Doctor says I must check my blood pressure at home and if it is high at home she wants to treat it. I've been borderline all my life, always managed it pretty well with exercise. Which I am not getting enough of these days.
I'd kind of like to have a tantrum about this myself. Not the recommended check, but the possibility of needing further treatment. Triggers all these fears about mortality and aging and being like my parents.
I want my love to be home too!
Time for next check-in with the tantrum-child.
UPDATE:
After about 45 minutes of rocking and cajoling I put the child down in his crib and calmly said goodnight. Then I followed a technique recommended in a book of frequent but brief reassurances. After about 45 minute of this he cried himself out and went to sleep. Found him crumpled in a heap, clinging to the bars of the crib. Fortunately, he was tired enough to stay asleep when I straightened him out and covered him up. Poor baby.