
Putting to Monkey to bed tonight was tough. Lately he’s been really strict with setting his own schedule of when he needs a bath & when it’s bedtime. If we miss that window of opportunity, he is a mess for about 1.5 hours later. Seriously.
He functions best when we give him a bath at 6pm & when he’s in bed by 7pm. Anything after 7pm is not good, for Monkey or myself. He freaks out when I rock him, cries, throws his head back, climbs all over me, & he’s pretty much impossible to calm down.
Tonight was no different. We were on track to get him a bath & put him to bed on time when we ran into a neighbor outside. After realizing what time it was, I told her we had to go & ran inside to get Monkey’s bath started. Things were fine in the bathtub. He stood up, looked at me, & then started peeing. We both giggled.
I noticed he was becoming restless when I was feeding him his bottle, so I figured I would continue feeding him the rest in his room while I rocked him. He finished the bottle around 7:15pm, but was really whiny & wouldn’t settle down. After doing all that I could think of & without him being asleep, an hour had past.
I was losing it.
It’s so frustrating to try to get into the mind of your baby when you see him rubbing his eyes & you know he is tired. I pulled out my bag of tricks & couldn’t get him to even remotely settle down. So, realizing that I needed to step away, I called in Tarzan for reinforcement.
He was on the phone & couldn’t come down, he said. I started to get tears in my eyes because I just didn’t know what to do anymore. Little Monkey is never like this (this has only happened one other time) & I was fed up for us both. I knew he needed to go to sleep & he wasn’t hungry, his diaper wasn’t dirty, blah, blah, blah.
I took a deep breath & went in to get him out of his crib & hold him. He was feisty, to say the least, & I was already at my limit. I took him in front of me with both of my hands & bounced him up & down. But not in the most friendly way; it was out of frustration. Then he laughed & I felt like shit. But he thought we were playing.
I’ve never gotten to that point with Monkey before &, while I know that I didn’t hurt him, it bothers me tremendously that I even got there. I feel like I let us both down. I feel strong most of the time, like I’ve been through tough times & I’ve always come out stronger… so why, when my son is almost 11 months old, do I lose my patience & not know how to calm him down?
Oh & just for the record, I’m not talking about shaking him. I’m not talking about his head flinging all around. I’m not talking about being super rough with him. In fact, it was very similar to when I put him on my knee & play “horsey” with him. Nothing more, so let’s not make that the part that some of you, um, haters, focus on.
So here I am confessing on my blog that I feel like a horrible mother.
Finally Tarzan came down & went to rock him, but I was pissed at him. I needed his help & he was too busy. After 1.5 hours Monkey was asleep & Tarzan came out into the living room to tell me that he was sorry that he didn’t come down when I needed him.
I told him what happened & he walked away from him & went outside. He came back in & told me that in the future I need to tell him that I’m at my limit & need him to step in & help. I reminded him that is exactly what I did & he was too busy.
Then he told me that perhaps I need to get back on my anti-depressant, which is such bullshit. I told him that moms get frustrated; it’s all part of having a baby. Honestly, I’m not sure he understands all of the time. I was frustrated & having a hell of a time trying to get Monkey to go to sleep & Tarzan equates that to I need to take medicine.
Please tell me that I’m not a bad mother & that I’m not the only one that get frustrated. I hate that I let a wide-awake, climbing away little boy get to me this much.
It’s days like this when I question having another baby. How would I do it? How do others do it? I know that the good times with two, three, or four kids outweigh the bad, but what do you do when you are having a rough day? I couldn’t even imagine having another kid tonight. If I did, I would certainly hope that he or she was sleeping soundly because I probably would have pulled every single strand of my hair out.
It was just that bad.
(& I just want to throw out praises to all of you single moms. Seriously, you are amazing!)
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Being a mum is the most difficult things you have to go through and as well the most fantastic, I get frustrated and angry only in the eve with my partner ( poor him) but when my little one (12 weeks soon) refuse to settle cause she over tired or else and I've checked everything from nappy to burp , to even hair maybe tangled around her toes , I just walk away . I put her in bed and put the music for her and the mobile and just walk away... I'm feeling really guilty sometimes but it help.
And for the routine when she was 6 weeks i started to feed her around half 10pm, she will take two third , getting sleepy i will prepare a bath and finish the rest of the bottle after. It worked like a charm she does now her night every night. but you shouldn't feel guilty or justify yourself you didn't hurt him !!!! I'm on antidepressant since few days it's helping my big anger crisis but i know that if i get frustrated with my little one she will sponge my mood straight away and will not settle down until i will settle down myself.... so anyway good luck and all the best
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