March 25
Taking It’s Toll
The last few months around here have been stressful to say the least. It’s more than just time consuming when you have a baby that is considered “high needs”. It will totally wear you down.
When I say high needs I’m referring to the baby that has to have your attention more than most. The doctor warned us that our daughter would probably be this type of baby because she was 5 weeks premature. She lost that extra month of time inside Mommy’s womb where she was snug and secure, so she needs extra attention to feel that same security.
Some days are better than others, but for the most part she needs my attention 24/7. The only time I get a few minutes to do anything at all is when she is sleeping. Hubby can’t take her for a few minutes while I shower, cook dinner, or anything of the sort without her crying constantly until I’m back to take over again. Some days she will gladly play for 15-20 minutes in her bouncer, swing, or jumper, but other days she can’t leave my lap without crying.
Thank goodness my husband understands, and if our marriage wasn’t rock solid before the baby I really don’t think we could handle this. It’s definitely taking a toll on both of us. He feels horrible because he can’t do anything to help, and I feel horrible because I feel like he’s not getting to do the things with his daughter that he would like.
People who haven’t dealt with this kind of baby will try to tell me “Oh you just need to put her down and let her scream.” “You’re spoiling her.” or “You just don’t know how to handle her.” Every single time I hear something like that it totally pisses me off. I DO know how to handle my daughter, and that’s exactly why she’s NOT screaming her head off every minute of the day. If I put her down and let her scream she does just that…for hours…until someone finally picks her up again.
It’s very reassuring to talk to my doctor because she had a preemie baby with the exact same needs. She reassures us that we’re doing everything we can do, and she’ll eventually grow out of it. Now if I could just get our family and friends to understand as well.
I feel like a crap mom as it is when I hear her screaming because I absolutely have to leave the room or put her down for a few minutes, and I don’t need others trying to tell me I’m doing things wrong. It really upset me last night to find out that my MIL thought I was just being a drama queen about the situation, exaggerating how bad it can be sometimes. She’s heard me say I’m totally exhausted because the baby was up all night crying until I finally gave in and put her in bed with me, I can’t put her down for a minute, and all that, and she also believed we were just “doing things wrong” and “haven’t learned to handle it”.
Last night she offered to take our daughter for a couple hours so Hubby and I could go to dinner, do a little shopping, and just have a bit of alone time together. We didn’t stay out long at all. We ran to Walmart, spent about 45 minutes at dinner, and we headed back to pick her up. When we walked in the door our daughter was screaming to the top of her lungs. My frazzled MIL said she’d been crying inconsolably from the moment we left. Hubby tried to take her, but my daughter kept screaming. I sat down with her, and within minutes she was calm again.
That’s when I heard those words I’ve been longing for. My MIL looked at me and said “I thought you were exaggerating, but I see this is how it really is. I don’t know how you do it.” Somehow those words completely changed the way I’ve been feeling about myself.
Last month I read an article Rethinking Fussy Babies, and it described my daughter and the way I feel perfectly. It also sounded just like what our doctor told us we could expect with our child, and it was reassuring to know I’m not alone out there nor am I spoiling my daughter.
I’m not a horrible mother. I’m doing everything I possibly can for my daughter, and I’m fulfilling her needs in every way possible no matter how much it has taken out of me. One day I’ll look back on these times, and I’ll wish my little girl was still clinging to me every minute of the day.

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