As I explained previously, I spent the weekend with the two kids while Londo was off doing fun stuff with the guys involving football, cards and a pool table.
We had a really fantastic day on Saturday. In addition to all the fun we had that I already wrote about, we went over to my parent's house to play there. The Pookie took a nap in the crib upstairs! By himself! Lying down in the crib! (This almost never happened with the Pumpkin.) The Pumpkin played with the toys there and outside on the deck, while we adults had a glass of wine and enjoyed the nice weather. While we were there, my sister's labor started and my dad brought my neice back to their house. My daughter and neice are only one year apart, and they love to play together, so that was fun.
We even had a very nice dinner there. The Pumpkin and her cousin sat at the table very loudly singing "Yum. Yum. Yuuuuuum!" which my dad got on video. Although once it turns about 6:00, I feel more and more anxious about the timing of dinner and bedtimes and the impeding meltdowns for both kids that I know are coming. This is especially true when we aren't in our own house, as I have limited control over the dinner timing and have the added task of getting us all out the door. But we got it all taken care of and made it home just fine.
It was bedtime when everything went to hell.
You see, both kids need the same thing from me (or me and Londo) at the same time at night. They need to be with me, in a dark, quiet room. Alone. As in alone with just me or just Londo. When there is only one adult and two children, it is not always possible to meet this need.
When Londo was away in the evenings working a few weeks ago, I had my mom or dad come over to help. They would watch the Pumpkin while I put the Pookie to bed. Then I would get the Pumpkin ready for bed and lie down with her. Because I was putting the Pookie to bed a little early, he kept waking up an hour after I put him down, at which time my mom or dad would hold him until I could slip out of the Pumpkin's room after she fell asleep.
It worked fine except for one night when my girl was taking a while to fall asleep and the baby would not be comforted by my mom. After a while, I simply had to get the baby. His cries were pulling on my Mommy Strings, and I could not fight the instinct to go get him. The Pumpkin didn't want me to leave and cried and held on to me, but I kept explaining that her brother needed me too. Did she hear him crying? He was crying because he needed me. When she cries because she needs me, I go to her. I need to do the same for him. And I'd be right back. I'd bring him with me.
I was and I did. I lied down in bed with the baby lying on my stomach nursing (I didn't know how people did this until I simply had to do it) and my little girl lying on my other arm. The baby fell asleep, and I was able to give him back to my mom and finish lying with the Pumpkin until she fell asleep. I left the room the second time by telling her I was going to put the Pookie in his swing, which is where he usually naps so she is used to me saying that and leaving her for a minute.
Since I handled that okay, I thought I would probably be fine on my own Saturday night. I put the Pookie in his swing, which I knew would give me 1 hour until he woke up and I'd have to get him. I had hoped that the Pumpkin would take under an hour to go to sleep, especially since she hadn't napped for me that day.
She took longer. And she had an absolute meltdown when I went to get the baby and when I brought him back in the room. She did NOT want him there! Or me elsewhere. I told her she had to stop yelling because that was making the baby cry more. I told her that I couldn't put him down until he was calm, and he couldn't calm down when she was upset. I never tell her to stop crying when she's upset, so I know I was asking something new. And she didn't want to do it.
So I left the room with the baby, leaving her in her room alone. I told her I would, but she wouldn't quiet down. After a few moments, she opened her door and looked into my room. She saw me sitting with the baby in the chair in my room, and came in. She was quiet, so I didn't stop her. But then she started up again. Being in my bed didn't calm her. Sitting with me and the baby wasn't making her happy. Nothing was. So I tried getting her back in her room. She hit my leg in her frustration. I snapped loudly that that was unacceptable! There would be no hitting! And I ordered her into her room in not the nicest manner (I think I said, "You go to your room RIGHT NOW! GO! GO! GO!").
I went with her into her room. She was upset about my yelling at her, so I talked to her calmly and she calmed down a bit. But the baby was still with me as I was trying to settle her. She started flipping out again. I was sitting up trying to get her to work with me to "find a solution." And then... She hit me. Again. On my side right next to the baby's leg. Just after I had told her no hitting.
The beast came out of me and I screamed at her, "UNACCEPTABLE!"
Please know that this isn't the first or ideal way I deal with her hitting. Over the last month or so, she has developed this new behavoir of her slapping at someone or something when she is so overwhelmingly frustrated she doesn't know how to deal with it. It doesn't happen often. I usually am firm, but calm. I tell her that there is no hitting and if she's frustated she can stomp her foot or tell me how mad she is.
But this time, I was so tired and getting so frustrated myself, and her hand was so very close to the baby. I screamed "unacceptable" and kept yelling for a few seconds--about how hitting was absolutely unacceptable, that there was no hitting in this house, that it was not okay to hit.
Her crying because she was mad and frustrated turned into despair that I was yelling at her. Cause I wasn't just yelling, I was screaming like a crazy mommy. It was just a few seconds, but I don't think I'd ever screamed at her like that before (with the exception of perhaps a couple times when she was a baby and I was getting no sleep and might have screamed in the middle of the night, but she didn't understand it then and wouldn't remember... you understand, right?). I quickly calmed down, and comforted her, but still told her sternly that it was not okay to hit even when she was really frustrated.
You remember that I am holding the baby this hold time, right? The baby was pretty upset with the whole scene, too. So what am I going to do now? The Pumpkin won't calm down and doesn't want the baby in her room, although she wants me in her room. I tried putting him in the swing, but that didn't work. I tried bringing her into my room again, but that didn't work. I am getting so so so very mad! She utterly defies me at one point, and I yell at her, and unfortunatly I quote, "Are you freaking kidding me? Get your a$$ in here right now!" I did. I'm not proud, but I did.
It was then that I picked up the phone. I told her I was calling Nana because I needed help. And I did. I called and both my parents picked up. I said, "I need help. Can someone please come over?" They heard both kids crying in the background. They asked something like was I okay or did I need them immediately or something--I don't even remember what. And I said, "I need help right away or I'm going to kick one of these kids out of the house. And we all know which one it'll be."
Am I happy I said that, even jokingly? Eh. Am I okay with the fact that I said it in front of my very verbal daughter? No. But it came out, so there it is. I screamed at my daughter, used a cuss word and then joked that I was going to kick her out of the house. Good night! This was not one of my finer parenting moments. Did I mention how great the rest of the day was? This was just a miserable 45-60 minutes. Maybe I should erase this post and try to forget it ever happened...
Well, I'll at least end the story. I hung up the phone and went downstairs to unlock the door. I left the Pumpkin in my room, on my bed, and was going to come right back up to her. I had the baby in my arms still. When I walked back up the stairs, she was in the door to her room, I think looking for me. She was calm. I was calm. The baby was calm.
I said to her, calmly, "Are you ready to go lie down in your room?" She said yes. We all went in. I told her I was sorry I had been yelling and I was sorry that I couldn't just lie down with just her without the baby, but I needed to nurse him. So I lied down on her bed next to her and nursed the baby. She lied down next to me on the other side and said, "I need a hug."
My sweet little girl. I gave her a hug and snuggled her up to my other side. She even reached around me and patted the baby very gently. It was actually a very beautiful moment. The kind I was hoping would happen... without the nightmare preceding it.
When I heard my dad come in the house and up the stairs, I told the Pumpkin that Pop Pop was here and I was going to give the baby to him. She was okay with that. By the time I gave the baby to my dad and went back into her room (just a couple minutes, at most), she was asleep. Fast asleep. I took a minute to wash up and change into my PJs, then I took the baby back, thanked my dad, and sent him home. I got the baby to sleep and went to sleep myself. Exhausted and completely drained. The Pumpkin slept through the night on her own, and I nursed the baby every hour or two through the night.
Sunday was fine. We were all tired and didn't do much, but that was okay. We were all in fine moods, and nothing major happened. Londo surprised me by coming home early, so I even got a nap.
Overall, the weekend was fine. Good even! But I still need help at bedtimes. Once the Pumpkin has adjusted to pre-school, we will work in earnest to get her to start falling asleep by herself. Hopefully. But until then, I still can't do bedtimes by myself.
When my daughter is grown and in therapy and is trying to figure out where all her issues with her brother stem from, I will show her this post and tell her this is where it all began.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Question of the Week - Accolades for Others
After almost 60 hours of labor, my sister had her baby a little after midnight last night! She had a boy who was born at 10 lbs 9 ozs and 22 inches long! I will go to the hospital after work today to see him and check on her.
This is her second baby, first boy. Her daughter (age 3 and a half) is a year older than the Pumpkin (age 2 and a half), and they get along great--they also get along great with my brother's twins (age 3 and a third) who are only a few months younger than my sister's daughter. This boy is 3 months younger than the Pookie. My parents went from having one grandchild to having seven in less than four years!
I am just in such admiration for my sister! She went through so much, and even text messaged me off and on through the whole thing! There is so much about her labor and delivery that is impressive, not just the length of time it took. But it's not my story to tell, so I'm not going to write any of the details. Just know that she is a strong, amazing woman whom I admire very much.
So this week's question of the week is:
In your life, who do you admire and for what reason?
I could name so many people in my life, especially my mom and dad. But right now, I just want to spotlight my sister!
This is her second baby, first boy. Her daughter (age 3 and a half) is a year older than the Pumpkin (age 2 and a half), and they get along great--they also get along great with my brother's twins (age 3 and a third) who are only a few months younger than my sister's daughter. This boy is 3 months younger than the Pookie. My parents went from having one grandchild to having seven in less than four years!
I am just in such admiration for my sister! She went through so much, and even text messaged me off and on through the whole thing! There is so much about her labor and delivery that is impressive, not just the length of time it took. But it's not my story to tell, so I'm not going to write any of the details. Just know that she is a strong, amazing woman whom I admire very much.
So this week's question of the week is:
In your life, who do you admire and for what reason?
I could name so many people in my life, especially my mom and dad. But right now, I just want to spotlight my sister!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
A Weekend for Me and the Kids
This weekend, Londo is away for a guys football weekend. While he is not far away, he will not be coming home until Sunday evening. He put the Pumpkin to bed last night (while I was putting the Pookie to bed), and then he grabbed his bag and left with his brother.
Though I was initially a bit apprehensive about juggling the 2.5 year old and 3 month old by myself for a weekend, I have actually been looking forward to it. I've been watching both of them by myself quite a bit lately, while Londo has been crazy busy with work, and I've been enjoying my time with the two of them. There are ups and downs, but mostly I am pretty happy to watch them and do the juggling act.
I had plans for this weekend, and back up plans. I was going to get together with friends and family. I was going to reach out to other moms in my area (I swear I will send out the email for the DC Area Parents Email Group any day now!). But then the Pumpkin came down with a cold, and I had to cancel plans and forgo making new plans because I didn't want to pass along the cold to other kids.
The Pumpkin is actually much, much better. We are still going to my mom's soon and staying for dinner, so we do have that to look forward to. She will probably be well enough to do something like the park tomorrow, but probably not the pool as I was hoping.
So far, we are doing really well. I didn't sleep much because the Pookie is still waking me up every. single. hour. I stick a boob in his mouth and we go back to sleep, but it lasts only another hour. Urg. But this morning, at 5:50, I put him in the swing and that bought me two whole hours of sleep until we all pretty much woke up at the same time. And because he was still so tired, he took a three hour nap after being awake for an hour or so. Lucky guy.
We've made pancakes, danced for 40 minutes to music*, colored**, watched more TV than I would ideally like***, and mixed up bread dough****. I've also nursed the baby, put him down for two naps so far, cooked the pancakes, done dishes, threw in a load of laundry, emptied the dishwasher and have had two cups of coffee and a cup of tea. Oh, and written this post! God bless TV and a baby who actually takes naps outside of my arms!
We'll see how tonight goes and if I can survive a whole 'nother day tomorrow!
And time's up! Baby is crying and the pre-schooler has turned off the TV and is trying to hit the lamp, which she KNOWS she is not supposed to do!*****.
*What a workout that was!
**I actually was the only one coloring. The Pumpkin spent the time happily peeling the wrappers from the crayons. Whatever. She was happy and sitting still.
***Remember that she does not nap on the weekends for me, so I need something to distract her while I take care of the baby and/or have a little break from her high-energy levels.
****The bread is currently rising. I plan to bake it over at my mom's house. Look at me contributing to dinner!
*****I just asked her, "Are you supposed to do that?" And she said, "No." And did it anyway. Time to enforce the rules...
Though I was initially a bit apprehensive about juggling the 2.5 year old and 3 month old by myself for a weekend, I have actually been looking forward to it. I've been watching both of them by myself quite a bit lately, while Londo has been crazy busy with work, and I've been enjoying my time with the two of them. There are ups and downs, but mostly I am pretty happy to watch them and do the juggling act.
I had plans for this weekend, and back up plans. I was going to get together with friends and family. I was going to reach out to other moms in my area (I swear I will send out the email for the DC Area Parents Email Group any day now!). But then the Pumpkin came down with a cold, and I had to cancel plans and forgo making new plans because I didn't want to pass along the cold to other kids.
The Pumpkin is actually much, much better. We are still going to my mom's soon and staying for dinner, so we do have that to look forward to. She will probably be well enough to do something like the park tomorrow, but probably not the pool as I was hoping.
So far, we are doing really well. I didn't sleep much because the Pookie is still waking me up every. single. hour. I stick a boob in his mouth and we go back to sleep, but it lasts only another hour. Urg. But this morning, at 5:50, I put him in the swing and that bought me two whole hours of sleep until we all pretty much woke up at the same time. And because he was still so tired, he took a three hour nap after being awake for an hour or so. Lucky guy.
We've made pancakes, danced for 40 minutes to music*, colored**, watched more TV than I would ideally like***, and mixed up bread dough****. I've also nursed the baby, put him down for two naps so far, cooked the pancakes, done dishes, threw in a load of laundry, emptied the dishwasher and have had two cups of coffee and a cup of tea. Oh, and written this post! God bless TV and a baby who actually takes naps outside of my arms!
We'll see how tonight goes and if I can survive a whole 'nother day tomorrow!
And time's up! Baby is crying and the pre-schooler has turned off the TV and is trying to hit the lamp, which she KNOWS she is not supposed to do!*****.
*What a workout that was!
**I actually was the only one coloring. The Pumpkin spent the time happily peeling the wrappers from the crayons. Whatever. She was happy and sitting still.
***Remember that she does not nap on the weekends for me, so I need something to distract her while I take care of the baby and/or have a little break from her high-energy levels.
****The bread is currently rising. I plan to bake it over at my mom's house. Look at me contributing to dinner!
*****I just asked her, "Are you supposed to do that?" And she said, "No." And did it anyway. Time to enforce the rules...
Friday, September 11, 2009
In Remembrance
Last year, I and many commenters wrote up our 9/11 stories.
I just can't find the words to post anything else today. Especially after being woken up every hour in the night to nurse the Pookie. All. Night. Long.* Plus after two weeks in pre-school, the Pumpkin is sick today and staying home with her daddy.
I'm exhausted, grumpy and sad. How are you doing today? Anything you want to share?
*I'm sure it was because he had gas and poopies he couldn't get out until we actually got up for the day--and then he sure let them loose!
I just can't find the words to post anything else today. Especially after being woken up every hour in the night to nurse the Pookie. All. Night. Long.* Plus after two weeks in pre-school, the Pumpkin is sick today and staying home with her daddy.
I'm exhausted, grumpy and sad. How are you doing today? Anything you want to share?
*I'm sure it was because he had gas and poopies he couldn't get out until we actually got up for the day--and then he sure let them loose!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Question of the Week - Easing Frustrations
It seems to me that every age/phase/stage has its own set of frustrations. And each child has their own way of frustrating his/her parents. Some frustrations I seem to do really well handling. Others... not so much.
This morning was full of frustrations. The Pumpkin woke up before I could get the Pookie back to sleep. She sat on my bed and watched Blue's Clues for a while, but the baby still wouldn't go back to sleep and she was losing interest. When she loses interest in the TV while in my room, she inevitably gets into stuff that she shouldn't. So I tried putting the baby down in the swing (it's in the master bathroom) in the hopes that it would rock him the rest of the way to sleep. I brought the Pumpkin downstairs with me.
But the Pookie didn't fall back asleep. He kept fussing and getting more awake. And the Pumpkin was being very contrary. Right before I went up to get the baby and just bring him down to be with us, I said to my lovely little pre-schooler, "I want to hear a lot less Nos and a lot more OK Mommys." Surprisingly, she was better when I got back down. But the Pookie was still super fussy. Instead of getting him back to sleep, I had to feed the Pumpkin before we headed to school. And my nanny was running late. Did I mention the ants that were invading my kitchen?
It all worked out, and I got the Pookie to sleep and the Pumpkin and myself out the door. I'm trying a new technique for the dropoffs, but that was still tough. But I'm at work now and dealing with other frustrations all together.
So let's lighten the mood and help each other out with today's Question of the Week:
What tips do you have for dealing with a typical kid frustration?
I've got a good one for the constant questions that work at least for my girl. When she asks a question and I answer it and she asks it again (and again and again), I don't keep answering it. I turn it back around on her and ask her the question, maybe with a slight shift of what word I emphasize. Then she answers it herself and stops asking the question.
For example, she points to a picture and says, "Who's dat?" I answer, "That's Grandma." She points again and asks, "And who's dat?" I say back to her, "You tell me. Who is that?" She says, "It's Granma!" Then we move on to something else.
Hmmm, I had another one, but now I forget what it was. I'll post it later if I remember...
How about you guys? I can use all the tips I can get, for any age at this point. What secrets do you have in your arsenol to keep you sane during typical frustrating behavoir?
This morning was full of frustrations. The Pumpkin woke up before I could get the Pookie back to sleep. She sat on my bed and watched Blue's Clues for a while, but the baby still wouldn't go back to sleep and she was losing interest. When she loses interest in the TV while in my room, she inevitably gets into stuff that she shouldn't. So I tried putting the baby down in the swing (it's in the master bathroom) in the hopes that it would rock him the rest of the way to sleep. I brought the Pumpkin downstairs with me.
But the Pookie didn't fall back asleep. He kept fussing and getting more awake. And the Pumpkin was being very contrary. Right before I went up to get the baby and just bring him down to be with us, I said to my lovely little pre-schooler, "I want to hear a lot less Nos and a lot more OK Mommys." Surprisingly, she was better when I got back down. But the Pookie was still super fussy. Instead of getting him back to sleep, I had to feed the Pumpkin before we headed to school. And my nanny was running late. Did I mention the ants that were invading my kitchen?
It all worked out, and I got the Pookie to sleep and the Pumpkin and myself out the door. I'm trying a new technique for the dropoffs, but that was still tough. But I'm at work now and dealing with other frustrations all together.
So let's lighten the mood and help each other out with today's Question of the Week:
What tips do you have for dealing with a typical kid frustration?
I've got a good one for the constant questions that work at least for my girl. When she asks a question and I answer it and she asks it again (and again and again), I don't keep answering it. I turn it back around on her and ask her the question, maybe with a slight shift of what word I emphasize. Then she answers it herself and stops asking the question.
For example, she points to a picture and says, "Who's dat?" I answer, "That's Grandma." She points again and asks, "And who's dat?" I say back to her, "You tell me. Who is that?" She says, "It's Granma!" Then we move on to something else.
Hmmm, I had another one, but now I forget what it was. I'll post it later if I remember...
How about you guys? I can use all the tips I can get, for any age at this point. What secrets do you have in your arsenol to keep you sane during typical frustrating behavoir?
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