Thursday, December 22, 2005
Inarticulate
I just read through the two blogs about my mom, fearful someday she'll learn about blogs, find mine and have a nervous breakdown, and I realized how poorly I describe the horrible-wonderful(?) thing that is our relationship. I sound so whiny and mean. How can words fail me so incredibly on such a huge topic (one which I think about and talk to my sister about nearly every day)?
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One of the wisest women I've ever known once said to me, "No one can get under your skin quite like your mother."
When I was about to be born, my mom's ob/gyn in Detroit told her that sometimes babies just want, as he put it, "to be left the hell alone." (He predicated that upon her having assured herself that I was clean, fed, safe, warm, &c.) I don't know whether leaving Clementine alone in her room to cry herself to sleep is an option for you (i.e., whether she was screaming so much that that was scary), but maybe she just needed to lie down? I start to scream bluely when I don't get any time to myself. I mean, not really, but I want to.
The one other thing that my best friend ran into was that her son started sleeping badly at about five or six months. They were beside themselves. And so they got a bunch of books and researched the problem and laughed at themselves (picturing themselves with a teenager, saying, "Don't worry! We'll figure it out! Just give us a day to read!") and decided that what they had to do was put the baby down so that he could fall asleep alone at night. They were really nervous on the first night, and he went right to sleep. The next night, he cried for three minutes or something and then fell asleep. And then he was into it.
I'm totally not pretending that I know these things will work, since I am so very much not a parent. But feel free to crib from them (ha! haha!) if they'll be helpful.
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