My In-laws are overall wonderful grandparents. They adore my kids, they love to spoil them, always want them to come over for sleep overs etc. However, my MIL keeps saying things that are hurtful/ harmful to my oldest child, and it’s driving me mad.
I sing my kids lullabies. I’m not the best singer in the world, but I’m not awful, and my kids seems to like it. This started when Henry was a teeny tiny baby, and I would sing to him as I would nurse him to sleep. These lullabies also came in handy when he was crying so hard and was inconsolable. I would sing to him, and it would calm him down pretty quickly.
I’m trying to plan a joint birthday party for my boys. Henry will be turning 5, and Benjamin will be turning 1. Big numbers for both boys, and I need to do it together to save some much needed money. I’m starting to stress over this because I can’t find anything that fits, and I don’t want it at my house.
I need to have a space where Benjamin can have fun too, so places like Chuck E Cheese are out. My last wish is to try to contain the baby who just want to explore and then have to keep the big kids from running all over him.
J and I thought we had found a great place, a local splash park! But, they only do parties after normal operating hours, which means a birthday party from 6:00-7:30….for a 1 and 5 year old. Is that too late? I feel like that is too late…and then people won’t come because it’s too close to bedtime for their kiddos….
Is it too late? Would you let your kid go to a birthday party in the summer at a splash park that started at 6:00?
Yesterday on facebook I shared an article from Scary Mommy about the reality of a working and breastfeeding mom and how that reality is at best difficult, and at worst fucking awful. It hit very close to home for me. I’ve worked full time with both of my boys and I’ve had to pump milk for both of them while I’ve been at work. Having to worry because you’re sitting next to doors that don’t lock and anyone could come and open it and see you pumping in a storage closet. It’s so hard for me to relax enough to get my milk to let down when I’m constantly hearing door knobs rattle, while I loudly shout “occupied!”
Anyway, back with my first kid, I had to drive 5 minutes down the road to another building to pump milk for my son. So, what should have taken my 30 minutes (set up, 20 minutes to pump, and break down), ended up taking closer to 45 because of traveling, and I had to do that 3 times a day (one of those was my lunch break though). Anyway, my employers – WHO WERE MY INLAWS didn’t like how much time time it was taking away from my desk (despite the fact that I got my work done anyway) and they wanted me to either stay late, or come in on Saturdays to make up the time I spent pumping during the week.
I was already working from 8-5 anyway, and had to leave no later than 5:30 because Henry’s daycare closed at 6:00. Which meant that I needed to spend half my Saturday at work – away from my kid – who I then had to pump for…..the cycle was endless and it caused major tension between my inlaws and myself – still to this day.
Anyway, back to the article I posted, my MIL had the nerve to comment “I admire how strong you are about this. I wish I had your strength!”
I saw that comment and my blood started to boil. The rage that I felt was instantaneous. How dare you say that after the absolute hell you put me though when I was trying to feed your grandson! You only think it’s admirable when it doesn’t affect you! The moment you were the slightlest bit inconvenienced you wanted me to stop because you think breastfeeding is gross and a waste of time, and that I should have just gotten over myself and formula fed.
How hypocritical can you be?
I want to delete the comment, but I know it would only cause tensions to become worse. Even though it’s been just about 4 years since I’ve stopped pumping for Henry, I’m still angry, sore, upset, and hurt over how they treated me. And situations like this don’t help me get over it any faster.
Ben has his assessment with the NC Infant-Toddler Program on Wednesday morning. Even though I’ve walked down this road with Henry, I’m still nervous and anxious about the situation with Ben. I’m worried about his limitations. It seems like the list of things he can’t do for his age is long, and it seems like it keeps growing.
As of right now, Ben cannot:
- Roll over from back to tummy
- Lift his arms up over his head (we can move his arms there, but he can’t do it himself)
- Crawl (he is 95% immobile – can can push himself backwards while on his tummy and spin around, but that’s it. He also hasn’t discovered that he can get to places he wants like that, he seems to be doing it by accident)
- Pull up
- Get to a sitting position on his own. Although, he has just learned how to get from sitting to his tummy, but it seems to be more a face plant than anything else….
This situation definitely causes me to question why Ben isn’t crawling. I keep wondering if it’s something that J and I did – or didn’t do, or if it’s genetic since both of my boys have/had this issue. I definitely have feelings of guilt, anxiety, stress and just an overwhelming sadness that we’re back on this road again. I’m really wondering what the outcome of the assessment is going to be on Wednesday….
This past week has been a bit rough for my son Henry.
He has struggled with with his behavior the whole week, which has ranged from being ungrateful, to rudeness, to outright defiance.
Last Sunday, J and I took him to a trampoline park to meet up with some of his schools friends. It was a nice chance for us to get out of the house and get some pent up energy out. The plan had been for us to only buy 2 jumping tickets (it’s expensive). So, Henry would jump, and J would jump, and I’d hold the baby, and then J and I would switch. Well, we quickly found out that our plan wasn’t allowed. And, because we’re both poor teachers, we couldn’t afford for all three of us to jump, so I volunteered to sit on the sideline and watch. So, for an hour, I watched J and Henry bounce all over the place, and run, play and bounce with his schools friends, and it seemed like they were all having a great time.
Fast forward to when we were driving home, and Henry just keeps talking about the fact that he didn’t get to do any of the arcade games (we had no money for it), and how he’s so sad because he didn’t get to play, and how that’s all he wanted to do, and we wouldn’t let him. I’m just stewing in the front seat, and then I start to really get mad, because this kid won’t drop it! When I just can’t take it anymore, I whip my head around and let loose on the kid. I told him that he was being ungrateful. That mom and dad had to scrimp and save and pinch pennies to take him to the play date, and instead of saying “thank you,” you’re telling me how your experience is ruined because you didn’t get to play a video game? I go on to tell him that I didn’t jump because I didn’t want to, but because we couldn’t afford for me to. And, we didn’t say no to arcade games because we were being mean, it’s because we didn’t have the money to do it. Be thankful for what you did get to do!
I’m not sure if any of that sank in for him, as he’s only 4, but it sure made me feel better to say it.
Then, during the week, Henry got 3 time outs at school (in one day) because he wasn’t listening to the teacher. That’s unheard of for him. One time out is odd for him, let alone 3. He’s usually the silly, yet respectful kid….So, more punishments ensued at home….No electronics for the day (no computer, tv or ipad – that caused major tears).
Then, on Saturday, we were all sitting down to dinner – having homemade cheese steaks, and Henry pretty much refused to eat it. This is a hot button for me. We spend a lot of money on groceries, and spend a lot of time cooking and planning meals, so telling me that you don’t like it and you don’t want to eat it, is a no go. I’m not saying that we make him clean his plate, we let him eat until he’s full and then stop, but he is going to be respectful to me and appreciative that I spent time and money to make him a delicious meal (and most of the time it’s healthy too – cheese steaks notwithstanding). I can’t abide comments like “that’s disgusting,” “ewww,” “I’m never eating that.” etc. Comments like that turn on my rage in 0.3 seconds. So, after giving him multiple chances to eat, he only ate about 1.5 bites, which is unacceptable. So, Henry left the dinner table and went straight to bed, 1.5 hours early. He cried and was upset, and he and I had a long talk about why this was happening and what to do in the future (when someone makes you dinner, you eat it, smile say “thank you,” no matter how much you hate it. It’s called manners.)
My usually sweet, sweet boy, was totally bordering on being an asshole all week, if not actually being an asshole. I really want to be a present mom, and to raise my boys so they are polite, respectful and grateful and to take into account people’s feelings before they make an off the cuff remark. I’m hoping that I’m on the right track to do that….Parenting is hard.
If you’ve been following my blog for a while you might remember that Henry had to go through physical therapy to learn to crawl and walk. He had about 6 months of PT to get him fully mobile. He started crawling right after turning a year old, and starting walking at around 17 months.
J and I have noticed since then that Henry is still a bit behind on his motor skills. He can still do everything that he needs to, but there is a noticeable difference between him and his peers motor skill wise. He still needs some assistance getting dressed, but this is improving every day. He has trouble keeping up with his friends on the playground – can’t run or climb as fast, and doesn’t try things like the big slides or climbing walls that his friends do.
At every well visit with the doctor we would bring up Henry’s motor skills,and we were always assured that he would catch up, and that nothing extra needed to be done.
Since Henry has started pre-school, his teacher has let us know on multiple occasions that he’s behind on his motor skills. He has trouble writing, cutting and other fine motor skill tasks. She has also reported that he gets tired very easily doing these tasks, despite the fact that they don’t work on it for long periods of time.
With all of that information whirling in my brain I decided to call Henry’s pediatrician to get his opinion on the matter. I called the office and was directed to their nurse help line. I chatted with her for a few minutes, giving her all the information listed above and I have an appointment in a week and a half to go over his motor skills, talk about getting him formally assessed, and seeing if this is something that he’ll simply outgrow, or if he needs a little bit of extra help from an OT.