I can't stand to hear newborns/babies cry.
When Mason was born, the lady next door had just had a baby too and it cried the whole time I was there. It was awful. She just left the baby in his bassinet until it was time for his feeding.
The other day I was at a store in the mall and heard this baby cry. You could tell he/she was newborn...so tiny. The baby cried and cried and cried and mom just shopped and shopped and shopped.
A couple years ago I was at a food court with my family. A lady next to us had a little baby who was screaming his head off. "My meal comes first," she said to him.
Those are just a few examples I've come across in which I had to leave just so I wouldn't hear the poor babe cry. I mean, what am I going to do? Tell the mom to feed the baby or pay attention to him? I would love to do that but realize that won't help. So I just leave.
I never used to be like this. Before I had kids, I was fine with hearing a baby cry in public. Didn't bother me. Now, however, it literally tears my heart out. I feel sick listening to a tiny newborn cry and cry and cry. Now, I know babies cry. I've had 3. I know they do. But I've always tried to do what I can to soothe them. Especially when they're that little. An older child crying doesn't bother me as much. I guess it's because they're that little bit older and know the world a little bit better. But a tiny little newborn who doesn't know the world and depends on his or her mom for everything...that just tears me up.
That's newborns.
I was at my obstetrician's office this week. After a few minutes, 2 moms came in with their boys. One mom had a 1 year old and the other had an almost 2 year old. There were a few toys in the office and the red headed mom told her almost 2 year old boy to get a toy. He wouldn't as I was sitting next to where the toys were. She deduced that he was afraid of the plant next to the toys.
I was thinking to myself, OK. That's interesting.
Next, as I was reading my book, she said he couldn’t sit on her lap. He had to sit on the floor to play.
Then, he wanted to climb on the chair next to her. Fine, she said, but you have gotta stay on it. Now, he’s 2. He’s not going to stay, seriously! So he got back down. Then he got reprimanded for going down. No more going on the chair, she said, or you’ll have to sit on my lap. He’s 2 so of course he climbed back on the chair. She grabbed him and restrained him on her lap. He started crying. After 30 seconds of this, she said, No, you’re staying here for a 3 minute time-out.
After this, he got to get down and goes right back to the chair next to her. No more climbing up, she said. He climbs up. She threatens him with a 5 minute time-out. Then he goes and gets a book for her to read.
He climbs on mom’s lap and she starts to read. He wants to turn the page but she won’t allow it until she finishes reading the page. He’s 2! He’s got the attention span of a goldfish! I know this – I have a 2 year old boy!
Next she wants him to get “The paperbag princess” book (because she likes this book). He doesn’t.
He walks away from her a bit.
Benjamin! She yells.
All throughout these 45 minutes I have to listen to his name over and over and over. Sometimes it’s: Benjamin. Sometimes it’s: BENJAMIN!. And sometimes it’s NO, Benjamin. Then it’s : Benjamin! You have the same toy at home and you don’t play with it. Shall we donate it?
What 2 year old knows the word “donate”?
Then she proceeds to threaten him with going to the car if he doesn’t listen to her.
All in all, this lady certainly was something.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a perfect parent. Not at all. But she was far from it. Makes you wonder what goes on at home. It’s kind of like the newborns crying. I can’t stand to see a mom treat her 2 year old that way. Even though I know 2 year olds are challenging (I certainly have a little troublemaker on MY hands), there are things you just don’t say or do to them.
They don’t get big words.
They don’t get inconsistency.
They don’t always listen to the whole story.
They don’t sit for 45 minutes at the doctor’s office and play with just 1 toy quietly.
They are energetic and loud and independent.
I hope I don’t run into her again or I might recommend a couple of parenting books to her.