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All About Tantrums – A Holistic View of Tantrums At All Ages

23 Monday Sep 2013

Posted by IfByYes in Shhh, I'm Reading

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adults, All About Tantrums, attachment parenting, babies, books, child development, crying, discipline, emotions, independence, Karyn Van Der Zwet, older children, parenting, reviews, tantrums, teenagers, toddlers

Karyn Van Der Zwet, who you will see on my blog roll as Kloppenmum, came out with a new book recently, and she kindly sent me a copy to review.

All About Tantrums is probably the only book out there that really is ALL about Tantrums. If you Google books on tantrums you will come up with a lot of books about TODDLER tantrums.

But Karyn’s book isn’t age specific.

In fact, it gives multiple levels of advice based on the age of the tantrumming person, from 9 months old to teenagers to YOUR AGE. That’s right – her book has sections dedicated to ADULT tantrums as well, and what to do when you have one.

What Karyn does is break down the word “tantrum” into (I counted them) 15 tantrums with 35 sub-categorized tantrum types. And she not only describes what each one looks like and how to tell one from the other, but how to deal with each and every kind.

It sounds like a lot of information, but it’s actually insanely helpful, because I’m betting that every kid doesn’t throw every kind of tantrum. Chances your kid only throws tantrums over a couple of things on the list. And when you realize that you’ve been following generic advice which would work great for, say, an Intentional Tantrum (subtype Entitlement Tantrum), but that your kid is actually throwing a Brain Pain Tantrum (sub type Has To Be Done Tantrum), you realize you’ve been handling it all wrong.

Even if your kid doesn’t throw tantrums, it’s a great explanation of why kids do the things they do.

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Sleeping Baby? Does Not Compute

28 Friday Sep 2012

Posted by IfByYes in I'm Sure This Happens To Everyone..., Life and Love, Perfect Husband

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babies, colic, crying, parenting

When your experience of parenthood was one of constant screaming and struggle, sometimes the experiences of other parents can be a little baffling.

Me: “I went to see Pug Mama last night. Her new baby was awake and not crying.”

PH: “I don’t understand. Is that possible?”

Me: “And then I held her for a while and she just fell asleep.”

PH: “That sentence doesn’t make sense.”

Me: “Wait, it gets better – then, I put her down, and she didn’t wake up.”

PH: “YOU’RE SPEAKING GIBBERISH.”

Me: “And then, and then, when she DID wake up, she just opened her eyes and started watching the boys play. She didn’t cry or anything.”

PH: “I know you think you’re speaking normally, but your words are garbled and nonsensical. Do you have aphasia?”

HELP. ME.

28 Monday Feb 2011

Posted by IfByYes in How is Babby Formed?

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babies, cries, crying, identifying cries, sleep

Last night was Babby’s worst night in a long time. Near-constant fussing. So tired.

Does anyone know what it means when a baby fusses with a nasal, irritable whine followed by a series of dog-like pants, and then whines again, and then pants again?

I feel so frustrated that I can’t distinguish the meaning behind Babby’s cries. I read about mothers knowing their child wants a diaper change, or is hungry, simply by the sound of the cry. I can’t do that. I’m constantly just guessing at what he wants…

What No One Told Me About Parenthood

05 Friday Nov 2010

Posted by IfByYes in How is Babby Formed?, Life and Love, Me vs The Sad, Perfect Husband

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babies, colic, crying, love, motherhood, parenthood

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from reading Mommy Blogs, it’s that love for one’s child is totally independent of actually enjoying the day-to-day life of being a parent.

Parents are human.

Parents get tired.

Parents get stressed.

Parents sometimes need TWO FREAKING MINUTES without another human being clinging to them.

Yet many women tend to romanticize parenthood, and then the overwhelming reality of baby care tends to gobsmack us.  Women everywhere are struggling with accepting this, and it’s a feminist act, a step towards sanity and freedom, to say “it’s okay to find this really damn stressful, and you can hate the individual moments while still loving your baby.”

So people have been telling me from the moment they found out I was pregnant that this was going to be awful. They tried their best to prepare me for the fact that no matter how ready you think you are for that baby, the screaming and the sleep deprivation and changing the diaper that you JUST CHANGED TEN MINUTES AGO will get to you, eventually.

“Sleep while you can!” they would tell me, as if I could store the sleep in the jar for when I would really need it.

“Want mine?” they would leer threateningly, looking vaguely hopeful that I would say “yes” and take their devil child off of their hands forever.

“Babies are false advertising, you know,” I was reminded.

“You won’t be getting sex again for at least six weeks after the baby is born,” the OB warned PH with a cruel laugh.

People have been telling and telling us how insanely difficult we would find parenthood. The love I would have for my baby was touted as a consolation prize that would help make up for all of the inherent awfulness.

I believed them. I had learned from the Puppy Incident that life just doesn’t go by the book, and that reality really likes to smack you in the face with a metaphorical dead trout.  So I tried to prepare myself. I didn’t want to be all “I’m so disillusioned” while the Mommy Blogging community laughed and said “told you so!” I also knew that I was at a high risk of Post Partum Depression, since I was already on antidepressants and still struggling with blues through my pregnancy.

In order to properly slaughter any romantic notions that might have been frolicking innocently in my brain, I subjected myself to every horror story I could find. I read It Sucked, And Then I Cried, and Anne Lamott’s Operating Instructions, and prepared myself for similar crazy.  I expected PPD and an increase of my antidepressants. I hoped I wouldn’t have to contend with colic, sure that a screamer would push me round the bend.

Rage Babby is Rageful

I did get a screamer.

Some days, like yesterday, he nurses almost constantly for the whole day, and wakes up and cries if I put him down. The house is a mess. My Perfect Husband is overworked and sleep deprived and constantly berating himself for not being able to do everything, including lactation.

So when I went to see the shrink on Wednesday, and she asked me how I was doing, we were both surprised by my answer.

I’m doing awesome.

I love motherhood.

Even when Babby won’t sleep all day and insists on spending the entire day hanging off of my nipple like a lamprey, until I feel literally drained… I’m still pretty happy. The PPD hasn’t arrived. Between the two of us, I think that poor Perfect Husband, what with having to get up early in the morning after the late nights of Babby-wrangling, is closer to the edge than I am.

That doesn’t mean that I don’t have my moments. Caring for the baby is very time consuming, so the dishes go unwashed and the floor goes unswept, especially on days when he just doesn’t want to be put down. PH has to pick up the slack. Sometimes I sit there, being sucked on for hours on end, and glare at poor PH, who has the unimaginable freedom to move around the house unencumbered almost all the time. As much as he tries to help with diaper changes and baby snuggling, the incessant demands for booba mean that I am still the one with the baby 90% of the time, even on weekends. It isn’t PH’s fault. It isn’t even his preference. He wants to care for his baby. If he could lactate, I’m sure he would. But he can’t, and I can. And sometimes, that sucks.

But I wouldn’t switch places with him in a million years. Because honestly? I like having something to take care of. I loved taking care of my crazy, always-awake, totally-active, needs-constant-supervision puppy. I even loved Tamagotchis when they were all the rage, and all they would do in return for my constant care was beep at me demandingly. So I like caring for someone who depends on me, love being so important to another living thing. I love thinking of ways to make their life better. I love cuddling something that is MINE.

That part… that’s everything I fantasized. BETTER, because I believed the horror stories over my own fantasies, so I didn’t think it would actually be this awesome. But it is. I love snuggling my baby, and even when he is screaming and looking at me with the most rageful expressions, I just keep thinking “Aw. You’re so cute when you pout like that” and then I kiss his cheek while he goes “Aaa! Aaah! Aaaaah!” in my ear.

When he sleeps for more than an hour or two at a time, I am deeply grateful. But when he wakes up, I’m grateful too, because when he’s sleeping I really miss the little bastard. I’m delighted to be able to pick him up and hug him again; reunited after a long separation.

I like smiling into his eyes, the eyes that look at me so seriously and then stare off in the distance while his brow furrows. Those eyes are so human, so thoughtful, and I know he’s wondering what it’s all about. I want him to know that it’s all about how loved he is. I want those eyes to grow up to see the world with confidence, and joy. And I want his life to start with a smiling mother who always answers his cries with unconditional love. So even when I’m feeling stressed and drained, I make a point of smiling at him anyway, and we both feel happier because of it.

Besides, the screaming is getting less and less. There’s a lot more smiling and a lot less screaming than there was three weeks ago, and his smiles are so joyful that he made a whole crowd of female employees at PH’s work go “awwww!” in unison when he graced them with one.

Parenthood comes with all the strains and difficulties that I was warned about.  What no one told me is that I could have them all and still think it was pretty fun.

No one told me that I might actually like this job.

I kiss you, little rage babby

What a Cluster-Fuss

07 Thursday Oct 2010

Posted by IfByYes in How is Babby Formed?, I'm Sure This Happens To Everyone...

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babies, cluster feeding, colic, crying, fussing, infant sleep, sleep

So, on Wednesdays I have to strap the baby into the car and drive an hour to the Women’s hospital for a post-partum group. On the plus-side, it’s in the mornings, so he usually sleeps in the car on the way there and only fusses moderately between eating and sleeping during the actual session. On the down side, morning is when I usually get the majority of my sleep so I am running off of three hours sleep and it finishes around noon, so he screams part of the way home.

Anyway, the group focuses a lot on how to not go insane, and emphasizes self-care with chipper little acronyms like N.E.S.T.S., S.M.A.R.T.S., and so on.

So they were working on goal-setting, and they give you things to aim for, like three square meals a day or four hours of uninterrupted sleep. They asked me what I thought I needed to work on and I said I wasn’t getting three meals a day, more like 1-2 plus snacks. So the group starts problem solving for me, trying to set a Specific, Measurable, Acceptable, Reachable, Time-Sensitive, Supported goal.

It went like this:

Group Leader: “So, sometimes you get lunch, and you always get dinner?”

Me: “Yes, my husband cooks dinner and feeds me when he gets home. We take turns holding the baby while the other eats.”

Group Leader: “What about breakfast?”

Me: “That’s my sleep-when-he-sleeps time. I keep napping whenever he sleeps until I feel rested and get up, and that’s often not til late morning, so lunch is also kind of breakfast.”

Group Leader: “So let’s set a goal of regular lunches! What would you say are the main obstacles to your eating lunch?”

Me: “It depends on the day. If he is still sleeping when I get up, I can sometimes grab a shower and shove some food into my mouth before he wakes up for the day. If he wakes me up, then I probably won’t have a chance to eat lunch. I’ll eat crackers or something while I breastfeed, but not a real lunch.”

Fellow Mother(s): “I know, there’s so much you want to get done when they fall asleep that it’s easy to forget to eat. I have this problem too!”

Me: “I would eat if he slept. He doesn’t sleep.”

Group Leader: “It feels that way, sometimes, I know, but you know, it’s normal for breastfeeding babies to wake and eat frequently.”

Me: “No, I mean, he’s often up for five, six, seven hours in a row. He eats, and he cries, and he eats, and he cries, but he doesn’t sleep.”

Fellow Mother(s): *sympathetic murmurings and tales about their own babies’ colic, and suggestions about gripe water etc.*

GL: “He’s up for six hours? How old is he again?”

Me: “Four weeks, and yes, regularly. On good days, he doesn’t get really cranky until late afternoon, and the day goes mostly ok: I can often get him to sleep if I put him in this Sleepy Wrap, like he is now, and he screams for a bit then sometimes falls asleep.”

GL: “Okay, so when he’s asleep in his carrier, then you can eat, right?”

Me: “Right, although stuff falls on his head. But yesterday, for example, he was up at 10:30 in the morning and crying and eating, crying and eating all day and until nearly 11 pm that night. In that time he only had half an hour of sleep at from 12:30-1 pm and two hours from 3:30 to 5:30 pm. ”

GL: “You say he fell asleep at 11 pm last night. Does he sleep overnight, then?”

Me: “Yes. I mean, he wakes to be breastfed every hour and a half to two hours, but in between feedings he sleeps. Then from late morning/early afternoon until late at night that he’s awake. So I get most of my sleep late at night and in the morning.”

GL: “I feel bad for you having to come here in the mornings, now!”

Me: “Well, in a way it sucks because I get no sleep, but on the other hand, it means he’s actually relatively quiet during these group sessions.”

*Babby has fussed and cried in a manner disruptive to the group at least three times by this point: Before being breast fed, a bit between breasts, and after breastfeeding when placed back in his Sleepy Wrap. He has been the ONLY baby to fuss and cry during this session at all. The seven week old has been sleeping peacefully, and the older babies have been babbling happily or nursing quietly*

GL: “…Is he asleep now?”

Me: *checking him in his carrier* “Ye… no, wait, nope.”

FM(s): “No, his eyes are wide open.”

GL: “…Okay, so can you eat while he is awake like this?”

Me: “If he’s quietly awake, like he is now, then I can eat while he’s awake. But in the afternoon he’s not usually quietly awake, he’s crying. I can’t just put him in his basket and let him scream. I physically can’t do it. I can put him in this wrap, and let him cry himself to sleep sometimes, because then I feel like I’m attending him if I’m carrying him. But I can’t let him cry in his basket.”

GL: “So if you had him on you in his carrier, but crying, then could you eat?”

Me: “Well, see, he claws at my face and neck while he cries, so I can’t get food past him into my mouth. It’d be like trying to get past the arms of an attacking squid.”

*A moment of stunned and sympathetic silence from the group leaders and my fellow mothers.*

GL: “…I feel like we should be feeding you RIGHT NOW!”

So, basically, the tl;dr of it all is that my baby cries so much that it astounded all of the other mothers with colicky babies, and confounded the poor Group Leader. In the end, the general consensus was that my goal for this week should be to eat lunch every day, even if the baby is screaming, and that to facilitate this I should make sure PH leaves me some dinner leftovers in the fridge every evening, so the next day I just need to pop it in the microwave and gobble it.

The thing that astounds me is that emotionally I’m actually doing okay, despite a baby that only sleeps two and a half hours in a 12 hour period some days. I feel way better than when I was pregnant – much more balanced – and I never feel angry or upset with Babby, even after hours of crying. But the crying thing is definitely exhausting on both me and PH. I went to the library and checked out more books on baby sleep. The Baby Sleep Guide says

“Some babies will stay up for hours, nursing and fussing, nursing and fussing, sometimes for hours on end…. The cluster-fuss has a way of striking just as parents are getting ready to sit down and relax together after a long day. The chaos and crying can feel like complete insanity….And it’s rough on the parent when nothing seems to help the baby.”

They’re telling us.

I have insomnia myself, so I have no advice for him…

28 Tuesday Sep 2010

Posted by IfByYes in How is Babby Formed?

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baby, breastfeeding, cry it out, crying, newborn, overtired, sleep

My mum went home yesterday.

Babby decided to give us an easy day by going to sleep relatively easily and at regular intervals throughout the day.

Perfect Husband and I were like “We totally rock.”

Then night happened.

Now, most of his 6-7 hour screaming jags have taken place in daytime, and nightime has actually been fairly regular with wakings every 1.5-3 hours and reasonably prompt sleep after feeding/diaper changes.

Not last night.

Today, my first day home alone with Babby, was mixed success. Morning was awful, afternoon was fine. I finally managed to get him to fall asleep at about 10:30 this morning and collapsed into exhausted sleep until 1:30. So that was good. Then he fed, had a diaper change, went in the Sleepy Wrap while we walked the dog, fussed a bit and then slept in the wrap for an hour and a half. Then he woke up, was fed, went back in the wrap, fussed a bit and fell asleep.

This evening was more difficult. It took us an hour to get him to sleep after his dinner meal.

Now, here’s the thing I’m having a lot of difficulty coming to terms with – he seems to need to cry to sleep, sometimes.

The other night we were taking turns walking the floor with him as he had been alternately crying and feeding and crying WHILE feeding for hours. Perfect Husband was flipping through a book I had picked up at the library, called The Baby Whisperer. Now, I had already discounted this woman earlier in the evening because she talked a lot about how “no baby needs to eat more often than every two hours” and saying that once baby’s needs are met, he should be put down to “foster independence.” Both sounds like total nonsense to me and goes against what the lactation consultants and child psychologists say (babies carried more actually have MORE independence later on in life, because they trust their caretaker etc). So I had given her up as a resource. But then PH said,

“Are his eyes staring as if propped open by toothpicks, not focusing on anything?”

“Yes,” I said, “the dog just sniffed his face and he stared right past him.”

“Is he arching his back when he cries?”

“Yep.”

“Then the book says he’s overtired.”

“He hasn’t slept for five hours. We know he’s overtired! What does it say to do about it?”

The book said to lay the baby the hell down and let him fuss himself to sleep.

“That’s cry-it-out! You can’t do that to a newborn. I won’t do that,” I said angrily.

“No, no, it isn’t cry-it-out. She says to stay with the baby and let him know you are with him, but he needs to sleep and anything we do will just continue to stimulate him.”

So against my better judgement, Babby was laid down in his moses basket, covered snugly, and then rocked and rocked and rocked. And damn it all, it worked. Within ten minutes he had settled down.

“The book says he’ll wake and fuss three times before settling down for good,” said my husband.

And damn it all, that’s just what the baby did.

He slept for nearly four hours.

Early the next morning, the same thing happened – he wouldn’t go down. So Perfect Husband took him from me, laid him in his basket, and sat on the edge of the bed, shushing soothingly, watching him and occasionally holding down his arms  when he started to flail wildly (because he flails in his sleep and then hits himself in the face, which wakes him up and makes him cry because all he knows is that someone randomly hit him in the face…), while my baby cried and cried. It was breaking my heart, and I kept wanting to take the baby from the basket, but Perfect Husband reminded me that we had tried that and tried that. It was his turn to try.

It felt like forever, but it wasn’t actually all that long. In half an hour, Babby was out for the count, having had his three drift-offs-then-wake-up-and-fuss episodes.

But I was a mess.

Perfect Husband kissed me and told me he was proud of me.

“I don’t like this. It feels like cry-it-out and he’s just a tiny baby. If we let him cry like this it’ll break his trust in us…” I sniffled.

“You fed him. You changed him. You rocked him. He was still crying. He was crying because he was tired, and we can’t force him to sleep. He needs to learn how to do that himself and we can’t help him. Rocking him and walking with him just seems to overstimulate him. We never left him. We were right there with him, and I even held his hands.”

I knew all of this, and over the last couple of days, PH has been proven right time and time again. He cries… and then he will sleep. I did make PH promise to ignore anything this woman Baby Whisperer says about breastfeeding. I picked up a copy of The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding from the library as well, and that has comforted me, because it specifically mentions a growth-spurt in the second and third week, which explains his constant feeding which has been leading to this overtired issue. The constant feeding does seem to be dying down – and my breasts are fuller than they were so I think he was just working to bring in my milk. It’s just a matter of getting him to go to sleep, the poor little insomniac.

Sometimes I can nurse him to sleep, which is always my first choice, but other times he just pulls away from the breast and squirms and cries and that’s when PH steps in with his shhshing noises and his heavy hands pinning down those flailing arms. A friend of mine even sent me a link indicating that some babies are just like this – they need to have a good cry. And the way he just suddenly goes limp after ten or fifteen minutes of fussing shows that it IS exhaustion – not a matter of him crying himself to sleep. But the waiting through that ten minutes is breaking my heart. At least, today, he fussed in his wrap instead of in his basket, and for some reason that was easier on me. I don’t know why it matters, him crying his heart out in his basket or crying his heart out in a carrier, but I can tolerate the carrier easier.

But that doesn’t help at night, when I have to put him down.

There HAS to be a better way.


Sleep, baby, sleep...

Poor kid inherited my insomnia and my webbed toe.

I’m sorry, Babby.

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