(Or, What I Learned from My Daughter)
Although I babysat for many years in my youth, nothing quite
prepares you for raising your own child. You may become a guru at diaper
changing (my skills atrophied with the years), an expert at baby talk (still up
to par), or skilled at soothing (ummm depends on the day) while watching other
children but it’s different when it is your own kid.
The reason for this is due to every child being different. Some kids love to be left alone while others need constant contact. In the early days with my baby, she would scream so that other countries could hear her when she peed. However she would happily sit in her own poop for long periods and seem unfazed that a bowel movement had even occurred.
The reason for this is due to every child being different. Some kids love to be left alone while others need constant contact. In the early days with my baby, she would scream so that other countries could hear her when she peed. However she would happily sit in her own poop for long periods and seem unfazed that a bowel movement had even occurred.
What I had a lot of trouble adjusting to was my daughter’s
behavior when she became overtired. I would try to comfort her and soothe her
by bouncing her and shushing her and nothing seemed to work. I would sing
lullabies and rock her all in vain. She would howl at a level that even dogs
would wear earplugs. I was constantly perplexed. I would see her rub her yawn
and I’d begin to try my calming techniques. She wasn’t having any of my
relaxing. She needed to cry and get to a point where she would rub her eyes
incessantly. Her eyelids needed to get red and she’d have to exhaust herself
with her screams until she finally conked out.
Everyone said it was colic but I
knew it wasn’t. There were times when I could soothe her even if it only seemed
momentarily. I became upset when my mom
and sister would say that all she did was cry because I had spent hours with
her where she would coo and listen attentively to my voice and respond. She was
just fussy and needed to get her exercise by crying it out, it seemed.
The first few weeks of this comportment made me feel like a
horrible mother. I felt inadequate because I couldn’t calm my own baby down.
Then one day while holding her, I let out a big exhale. My shoulders relaxed
and my arms lost their tension and she suddenly began to drift off. I realized
then that what I needed was more patience and calmness within myself to give to
her. I had always seen myself as an incredibly patient person (I had to be with
my family!). But this child required even more of that from me. So early on in
our relationship, I was learning a lesson from my cookie.
Now when I see her beginning to get sleepy, I select an item
from my arsenal of peace with a tranquil mind and heart so that she can get
herself to sleep on her own. If anyone has ever said you can’t learn something
from children, they don’t a thing about babies.
1 comment:
So glad you figured out what to do/what she needed!
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