Now I realize I’m a bit of a dramatic person. Definitely crabby when I wake up in the morning. And I really like things a specific way. I certainly didn’t expect all my horrible, none can put up with these traits, traits to trickle down and infect, er, I mean effect my child.
You are changed, fed, given your Zantac, shushed, rocked, not hot, not cold, not tired, not anything, and yet you still manage to scream so hard and so long that you hyperventilate. Hyperventilate the way a girl does when her first serious boyfriend breaks up with her. I know there are high maintence kids out there… I read about them while I was pregnant and thought “oh those poor parents. Bless their hearts…” Karma’s a bitch…
I’m pretty sure, like most parents to be, I thought my child was going to be easygoing. High maintence won’t happen to me. Ha! I read an article from Dr. Sears stating the 12 signs of a high need baby and big suprise E fit all 12 signs to a ‘T’. I guess the only comforting thing I got out of that article was that these high maintence babies are so in tune they can be very intelligent children. How is that suppose to comfort me when my baby is screaming her head off every other hour she’s awake? Yes, she’s getting enough milk. Yes, I’m trying to put her down earlier and earlier every night. I don’t know what else to do…
I know this will pass, it’s just a phase. A phase that hurts my ears and keeps me in the house for fear of an outburst in the middle if Target. I don’t want to be that parent…you know the one…
Eventually I will forget all about her fits when she moves onto something else I find completely confusing but until then, I shall be perplexed and simultaneously defeated by this obstacle. Like I said… karma’s a bitch…
