I know women do this all the time. I still have no idea how. Peter left this morning for a week long conference in Vegas and so far there has been a total of 10 minutes of no one crying
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I am pretty solid into a lot of AP practices but I refuse to believe that my baby will be damaged if s/he cries for a couple minutes while I tend to something else--like another sibling, my stinky bits, or my mental health!
I also don't think we are designed to lead a stress-free existence and that it puts hella stress on *mothers* who think they need to insulate their little ones from feeling anything but ease and comfort, ever. It is one thing to try to schedule their feedings or leave them in a room alone to howl in rejection until they sleep from a tiny age, and another thing entirely to let them fuss a little when nothing else seems to work. My daughter? Needs to cry herself to sleep for naptime. Even if in my arms. She needs to do that to relax. Thank goodness at night that is not the case!
I took Calvin for a walk this morning. It was drizzling off and on but he was stir-crazy and we're in Oregon, so walking in the rain is what we do. About three blocks away he decided he needed me to carry him, which I refuse to do because then walks turn into "carry"s and that just isn't reasonable. He wasn't hurt or exhausted, he was just being a dick. So he sat down in some stranger's wet wet grass and screamed at the top of his lungs. I stood there. In the rain. Waiting him out. Then I walked home with him clinging to my leg and sobbing. I'm sure any witness might have thought I was some monster abuser, but it was a total showboat tantrum, and I do NOT let him win by being a jerk. The truth is, I nursed and co-slept with him until he was 2 1/2, wore him as much as possible, and engage in gentle discipline whenever possible. But I also refuse to let him think he's writing the ticket.
This doesn't have much to do with you except it is my mama rant for the morning. I've kicked him and my husband out of the house, I've unlatched the baby and abandoned her on the couch to sleep in the Boppy, and I'm eating cold fried chicken while reading the computer, while diapers go unwashed and toys are everywhere.
Your morning's Mama rant made my shit-tastic morning feel better. That and naptime for the boys with Cinnamon Rolls for me. Cold fried chicken sounds delicious though.
I am pretty solid into a lot of AP practices but I refuse to believe that my baby will be damaged if s/he cries for a couple minutes while I tend to something else--like another sibling, my stinky bits, or my mental health!
I also don't think we are designed to lead a stress-free existence and that it puts hella stress on *mothers* who think they need to insulate their little ones from feeling anything but ease and comfort, ever. It is one thing to try to schedule their feedings or leave them in a room alone to howl in rejection until they sleep from a tiny age, and another thing entirely to let them fuss a little when nothing else seems to work. My daughter? Needs to cry herself to sleep for naptime. Even if in my arms. She needs to do that to relax. Thank goodness at night that is not the case!
I took Calvin for a walk this morning. It was drizzling off and on but he was stir-crazy and we're in Oregon, so walking in the rain is what we do. About three blocks away he decided he needed me to carry him, which I refuse to do because then walks turn into "carry"s and that just isn't reasonable. He wasn't hurt or exhausted, he was just being a dick. So he sat down in some stranger's wet wet grass and screamed at the top of his lungs. I stood there. In the rain. Waiting him out. Then I walked home with him clinging to my leg and sobbing. I'm sure any witness might have thought I was some monster abuser, but it was a total showboat tantrum, and I do NOT let him win by being a jerk. The truth is, I nursed and co-slept with him until he was 2 1/2, wore him as much as possible, and engage in gentle discipline whenever possible. But I also refuse to let him think he's writing the ticket.
This doesn't have much to do with you except it is my mama rant for the morning. I've kicked him and my husband out of the house, I've unlatched the baby and abandoned her on the couch to sleep in the Boppy, and I'm eating cold fried chicken while reading the computer, while diapers go unwashed and toys are everywhere.
Some days this is thankless.
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