ok, i might be losing it
RIGHT NOWbailey and i (and bo$$,
stop forgetting about the dog, stop forgetting about the dog) are visiting my parents for 2 weeks. as in daring to stay in a house that is not our own. as in sleeping in a room in a crib that is not our regular one (it's actually mine, complete with a few chew marks) enter the sleep issues. now, the sleeping at night hasn't be too tarabull yet (famous last words, i know, i know) but the nap today????
AWFUL HORRIBLE HORRENDOUSthe lady who cleans my mom's house is russian and a bit interesting. my mom calls her brun hilda and i can never remember her real name and am worried i'll offend her someday when i call her miss hilda and she'll be all "
vat? vat did you call me?". during our last visit, she described bo$$'s whining and carrying on as "your dog, he make noise like angry man" which is a unique way of looking at bo$$'s behavior. bo$$ has a lovely high pitched whine and is a 12 lb. white furry ball of disney-like adorableness, which
doesn't quite scream angry man to me, but whatever. so, anyway, she's cleaning and it's getting time to put bailey down for her morning nap. oh, and earlier, bo$$ was whining (what? how strange) because he was (gasp) outside for more than 2 minutes and i couldn't let him in because he had stepped in his own poop (good going bo$$) and i wasn't adequately prepared to clean that up instantly, thus, the poor creature had to endure 5 additional minutes in the awfulness we know as the backyard. as i'm trying to feed bailey, cut up more food for her, feed myself and gather the materials needed to hose off a challenged, complaining dog she mentions how she hates to hear animals and babies cry. well, guess what, me too, but it's my life, no escaping it. and the
dog, have you ever met my dog? he whines CONSTANTLY, even in his sleep sometimes. very soothing, actually. okay, back to my story. so, it's time to put bailey down for her nap while brun hilda is upstairs in a room by the one bailey is sleeping in. and sure enough, bailey is overtired and mad. she doesn't want to have anything to do with me, so i put her down and the screaming began. this is typical, bailey will usually calm down on her own and when i go in there, my mere presence just makes it worse. now, brun hilda is a sweet lady (in her own way) and asked if she could hold her and was obviously worried about the well being of my unhappy child and i didn't want to be rude or anything, so i let her. and you know what, bailey actually
did stop crying as she was comforted by a strange (as in new) lady singing to her in russian while swinging her in her arms. i did think it was pretty sweet. but then, the old bailey emerged. the one who is fast asleep in you arms but whose eyes snap open the second you make the slightest move to put her in her crib and we were stuck. brun hilda asked if bailey could sleep with me in my bed because she thought bailey was scared to be alone in her dark room which is obviously
why she was screaming you horrible, horrible mother, you (okay, not that last part, but i could tell that's what she was thinking). i explained that she can't do that because she might fall out of the bed and i didn't even go into the rest because i was afraid it would get lost in translation anyway. so, in i go and it just makes bailey furious. she screams, throws her head back and pushes me away with her arms, which i think is russian for "i love you ever so much mommy." the more i try to comfort her and love her, the madder and louder she gets. already frustrated, i leave the room. she screamed, i mean,
screamed almost solid for the next 45 minutes or so. i did go back in there once and she sort of calmed down, but not enough to give into the sleep, thus the endless screaming continued. can you guess how i felt? i was panicky, worried that this woman would think that i'm just ignoring my child while i go and play on my computer because a baby is just a another thing to check off my list anyway, right? i felt like i had something to prove. like i wanted to explain bailey's whole life to this woman so she wouldn't think i was a bad mother. it was that same feeling you get on the plane when your baby won't stop crying and you are doing all you can but nothing is working. then you see people whispering and making bad faces and you
know it has to be about you and how you must not know what you are doing if you can't control this one tiny little mad person. if only you were better prepared, had not fed her those last three cheerios, brought 2 back-up pacis instead of 1, read her the other book, had done something,
anything, different, then this wouldn't be happening. basically, everything is somehow your fault. i felt like a failure. like a bad mother. i was mad at myself for going against my gut and allowing bailey's nap routine, as awful and full of crying as it may be sometimes, to be interrupted. i was mad at myself for prolonging the falling asleep part of the nap and confusing my child. and right now, as things have been calm for the past 15 minutes or so, i'm mad at myself for letting this all bother me. i don't have to prove anything to anyone. but, i want to. i want people to understand (this entry is interrupted because
she is already awake, please please go back to sleep, ahhhhh, the vacuum!! please sleep through the vacuum, please sleep through the vacuum) how hard i work for bailey. and what is stupid right now is that i know the people who i care about most in my life completely get this, appreciate it and tell me so i feel affirmed. oh wow, how awesome it is to be a woman and deal with these complex things called feelings. although i'm still a bit upset right now, i'm basically over it. i just don't want to go downstairs for fear that brun hilda will say something that i will think is a jab at my role as a mother and i will be really mean to her in my head as i cry and try not to make her feel bad. see how much i'm over it?
really, i'm fine. probably a little crabby and missing my husband. i hope you enjoyed this peek into my brain this morning! and no need to comment on how you think i'm doing at motherhood. this wasn't intended to fish for complements or anything. ok, i'll stop now. longest post
ever!!
*despite this entry, we are having a great time on our visit!!!!!
**in case you were worried, she is currently asleep. also, i believe the sounds of everyone except her mother getting ready this morning woke her up early. and she went to bed a lot later than normal last night. so, i started this day off concerned about her sleep. ok, enough.