One of These Things is Not Like the Other

I always thought that children who cried when they weren’t being held, or recoiled at the touch of anyone other than their mother, were spoiled. I imagined it was a result of conditioning that can only be achieved by the parents smothering the child since birth. Especially since my Carter was just SO well-behaved since his first breath of CO². Well. I’m here to offer a very heartfelt public apology for judging. What brings about the change of heart? See the quotes below:

“You mean…you want me to sit here while you try to cook or clean? And I’m supposed to be quiet? Are you insane?”

“Sleep? Girl what is that?”

“You’re not doing anything with your hands, that means you should be holding me.”

“You’re doing something with your hands instead of holding me.”

“That spot on Daddy’s chest? Mine…all night.”

Those are all things that my almost four-month old, Monroe telepathically communicates to me through her incessant and unwarranted meltdowns.rare-form

I read a post from Mattie James at Mattieologie last week, where she beamed about how her darling little Maizah was such a great sleeper. She was even nice enough to share the steps she and her husband took to get her to that point. As a parent that is EVERYTHING. The comfort in knowing that you’ll get a good night’s rest? Unmatched. I caught my lips forming a smile as I read it because I remember those days. I would (and still will) brag to anyone within earshot about how my Carter was sleeping in his own bed, through the night by the 6-week-old mark. I would puff up my chest about how I could take him anywhere and he was so well-behaved while other people’s kids were running amok in Target. Not MY baby. Low-key, I THOUGHT I was the shit.

Carter was arguably thee easiest baby to parent. Feed him, play a little peek-a-boo, sit him down, and he’s perfectly content with staring at you while you do whatever it is that you need to do. He didn’t even cry when he was wet. Apparently I gave myself too much credit. I learned quickly that it most likely wasn’t that I’m a super awesome parent that yielded me such a mild-mannered child…I mean that helps…but the fact is, Carter’s personality and temperament just made for an easy job. He really had me out here thinking that parenting was a breeze. 

Enter Miss Monroe. I knew from the time I felt her little flutter kicks in my tummy, that she was going to wreak havoc on my life, like only a little princess could. As a matter of fact, just last night, she woke up at 3am ready to party. Like…Ma’am!

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If I had experienced what Monroe was giving on my first go round? Let’s just say I may have waited a little while longer to have a second child. But this is just another early reminder that my kids are two totally different people. They aren’t robots that can be programmed into model citizens, and I’ll need to treat them accordingly.  Also, I may need to take Mattie’s advice and try this bath schedule business out.

We shall see.


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2 thoughts on “One of These Things is Not Like the Other

  1. First I must apologize for following you on Twitter for so long without ever reading your blog!

    Secondly, this is such a sweet post. As a survivor of endometriosis that resulted in an early hysterectomy and therefore, prevented me from ever having any babies of my own- I too judged women whose babies always wanted to be held. Enter my goddaughter and closest thing to having my own that I will ever get. She was born just before I had to have my hysterectomy. I knew after my surgery that she was as good as it gets for me personally. I see time with her differently than most people would. Even her parents roll their eyes at me for picking her up and carrying her everywhere. But I already know this is the absolute last and only chance I will ever have to hold a baby I’ve known since her mom’s pregnancy test was positive.
    She’s perfectly independent and would move along happily if I denied her the chance to be carried. But time goes by sooooo fast and I know one day she’ll look at me with attitude when I get all sentimental and want to hold her in my lap. One day she will think she is too grown for all my hugs and kisses and cuddles. When it comes to that day, it will seem like it came in a flash. In that moment I will be thankful that I held her every single chance I had to. I will be happy for her when she no longer cries at the idea of me leaving for a few hours. But I will also fight back tears that those days are gone.
    If you have a baby that is addicted to having you in sight or in your arms, soak up every second of it! It won’t last forever and it’s a blessing to have had it at all.

    • Necewrldpeace says:

      Welcome Elizabeth! And thank you so much for that comment. Perspective is everything and you’re right. One day she won’t want my snuggles and kisses, so I’d better enjoy them now! Thank you for sharing.

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