I’ve only been a parent for 1 year, 270 days and 13 hours (but who’s counting). And with my second due to arrive soon, I’ve had some time to look back and reflect how it’s been having only one child.
The first child is just practice, right? I mean, I’ll get it right with this next one. I say this because I’m thinking back to when I was a naive parental virgin with aspirations to do everything “right.” I’d think about the things I would do and the things I would never do with my kid. I’d silently judge my friends’ parental style and decide if I would do the same things with my kid.
Everything is perfect in your mind with a hypothetical child that acts like an angel at all times, never throws tantrums and always responds in the way you want them to.
I’m eating these words.
I’ll never give her something to soothe her. In the beginning, I wanted to avoid giving Corrine a pacifier so she wouldn’t become dependent on it. And things were going fine without one. She did get good at soothing herself to sleep after we would nurse. Until Dave and I went away for a weekend and the grandparents came to baby sit. Here’s a photo of Corrine during that weekend:
My mom took her into my closet and she grabbed something of mine that smelled like me for her to cuddle with. Well, Corrine used it as a burpo to suckle on. And she loved it! She transformed into a child that needed something to suckle on to go to sleep now! Ugh, so instead of toting around my cardigan, she now to this day suckles on baby wash cloths. And she can’t fall asleep without 3 or more in her crib. They get soaked and she tosses them. Can you imagine how much laundry I do to keep up with her!
So now every time we could go out, I have to make sure I have a stash of fresh clean wash cloths to appease this child. Thanks mom for starting this (just kidding 🙂 )
I’ll never give into tantrums just to quiet my child. HAHAHAHA! Yea, that one didn’t last long once Corrine started having an opinion and knowing what she wants without a way to communicate them. Well, she’s figured a way to communicate now and it’s called whining and throwing tantrums. I’m sure those of you with kids are familiar with it. Usually the noise stops if I give her what she wants……..hmmmm what could be bad about that?!? Her tantrums usually involve getting into the bottom drawer freezer to get a popsicle. Or going outside when it’s raining. Or climbing on top of furniture. Or not getting to pull Cody’s tail. You get the picture.
I’ll never stoop to bribery to get my child to do what I want. “Corrine, I’ll give you a sticker if you get in your car seat.” I don’t know how many times a day that sentence leaves my mouth. “Corrine, we’ll watch baby videos if you brush your teeth.” (See below). She’s smart enough to know she’ll get what she wants if she does what I ask. That’s solid parenting, right? I’ll give you a sticker if you agree with me 🙂
I’ll never use the TV to baby sit my child. This one started slowly and actually came out of something innocent. Dave and I wanted to prepare Corrine for having a baby sister. So we started to play YouTube videos of babies for her. This ballooned into a constant demand from her to watch videos on my phone, the computer, the tablet or TV. Anytime I pick up my phone, sit in front of the computer or turn on the TV, I’m hounded by squeals of “baby!!!!!!!!” She will climb into my lap and que the tantrums! And of course, I’ll give in just to make the noise stop!!!!!! Now, this has also transformed into an Elmo obsession as well. We would throw in an episode of Sesame Street in between baby videos. And now she’s obsessed with both!!!! Our bedtime routine looks like this. “Corrine let’s read a book about babies or Elmo and then we’ll watch baby or Elmo videos.” All of my naive thoughts rolled into one! I’ll never give into tantrums, I’ll never use bribery, and I’ll never use TV! AHHHH What kind of parent have I become. I’m ruled by a 2 foot 2 year old tyrant.
There are days where I hit the parenting wall. You know, that point where you’ve been “on” all day and you’ve lost all energy and will to care anymore. And those last tantrums at night usually involve sending in the daddy re-enforcements. But they never work. And once she’s finally asleep, you smile and think I have 30 minutest to camp on the sofa before you fall asleep. Only to turn around and do it all over again tomorrow.
And you’re telling me I have to manage two of these little monsters soon. Let’s hope I can magically find a lot more patience (or booze) to get me through the coming years. And then this will be me:
Can you relate?
Happy Friday. Hope you laughed a little.