Showing posts with label Parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parenting. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 05, 2013

Parenting in Blended Families is HARD


Let's get honest here for awhile. 

Sometimes this really isn't what I want. Two kids. 

I want 2-3 kids, I think I always have. But upon having Chloe, I wanted my first child to be my only kid for awhile. I wanted to spoil her, and teach her, and let her have all of my attention. 

I never would've imagine that at 18 months my only daughter would get an older sister. That I would get an older child. A child already shaped and molded by somebody else. A child with someone else's eyes and hair. Another child so different from me and my child. 

A child I would have to raise, with no previous mother to child bond. 

It's not what I wanted, or ever expected. 

I never expected to watch someone else parent my child. Someone so different from me. I never thought of how different it is to parent someone else's child, along with your own. Sometimes you find yourself wanting to be more strict with your own child, or maybe you find it easier to be strict with the other child. It's hard to find balance, especially with two kids so close in age, but also so far apart. 

You can't expect the same things from a 20 month old that you do of a 28 month old, but it's hard to know where to draw the line. 

There have been many, many days that I've wanted to give up. Some days I want to give up on the child, other times the relationship with her father. Never both. Something always makes me want to keep going, and I hope it always does. 

I spoke to someone just last night who knows a lot about our situation, and a lot about children of this age. 

She explained to me that though a lot of it might be hard, just think of how hard it was before. We're getting there. Things are getting easier. We've already laid the foundation for building 'security' with Madi. Stability. It might get harder, but it will also get easier. 

That's comforting. 

The hardest part is me. 

I can't stop comparing the girls. I can't make myself feel for Madi what I do for Chloe. I'm sure with time it will come. 

And our parenting styles. We are so different when it comes to parenting and that affects both our relationship and our relationships with both girls. I like control and consistency, while he likes to go with the flow and doesn't think about the consequences with most things he does. 

I am firm. If I threaten a time out, you'll get the time-out if you don't change the behavior. He threatens time out a lot more, and doesn't always follow through. When he disciplines his daughter, she laughs at him. This could be because when he should be disciplining her, he instead distracts her by playing with her. So now when he says no, she just remembers all the other times he says 'no', then throws her up in the air and makes her laugh. She associates doing something wrong with playing. When he tells her to go to him, she either throws a fit or runs away from him laughing. She doesn't do that with me. If she doesn't do what I want, like stay at the table until I wash her hands, I make her and she knows it's not a laughing matter. When I say no to something, there is minimal whining and crying between me and Madilynn. It is the opposite between her and her father. 

And he's the opposite with Chloe. He has no problem being firm with her. 

I know he knows there's a difference between what Madi is like with me, and what she's like with him around, but it's impossible for him to actually witness it. 

It makes things difficult all around for everyone. 

We had a quick, slight argument over it this morning. It's a hard thing to discuss and work out. 

It's not always right and wrong when it comes to parenting, so it makes it harder. 

(But if I had to choose I'd say he's wrong and I'm right!)

Friday, May 17, 2013

The Terror that is a Night Terror


I wake up shortly after midnight to Chloe, just starting to cry. 

It's night number two of going to bed without a bottle, and she went to bed crying because of it. She's not a fan of change. I wish I could keep her on the bottle for longer, because I hate seeing her unhappy, but I think it's time. 

I go in to check on her, hoping she drank some of the milk in her sippy cup, but she didn't really drink much. 

I reach for her. She's still crying, but as I reach for it's like she just lost it. Her back is arching, her limbs are flailing. She's pushing so hard with her feet that she's hitting her head against the rails on the crib. She tries to bite her arm, a new thing she's started doing when she's upset. 

I quickly pull her out of the crib, so she's not hurting herself. It's like wrestling with a bull. She's doing her best to fight me off, which makes it hard to get downstairs, but we make it. I unfold her couch so it's like a little bed and I set her down. She continues kicking and screaming, throwing her body around. At one point she grabs her foot and tries to bite it but I stop her. That makes the crying and screaming louder. It's like there's a demon inside her, trying to get out. 

This goes on for less than 10 minutes, but it feels like an eternity. I want to get some milk for her, in hopes that it will calm her down, but I don't want to leave her. I'm scared she bites herself again, and since she's not exactly conscious, she might break skin. 

That's right, she's not even really conscious. 

It's heartbreaking. 

Her screaming slows, and she's just regular crying. I pick her up again, and this time she's not really fighting. Almost like magic, she "falls asleep" in my arms. I say "falls asleep" because she was never really awake. She looks so little, so precious. I'm crying. I hate seeing her like this. 

A couple of minutes pass, and she starts whining. Her normal, everyday whining. I take her into the kitchen and set her on the counter. I can tell she's back to herself now, because she reached for the bin of pens that hangs on the fridge, and smiles. I fill a new sippy cup with milk for her and ask her to hold it for me. She does. 

She whines a little as I take her upstairs, but I tell her it's "night night" time. I lay her down, nudge her to her side, and she cradles her sippy cup half in her mouth. Her eyes are half closed as I cover her up. 

All is well again. This is the second time that it's happened in a month or two. I think it's the 4th or 5th time it's ever happened to Chloe. Night terrors. So scary. So real. 

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

10 Things I Really Hate About Parenting

Today's writing prompt (from Blog Everyday in May) was supposed to be "A Day in My Life", which I absolutely love. However, it is now almost 10am, and I'm at work without a single photo being taken today, so I'm going to postpone it until tomorrow, so I can remember to take some actual pictures. I was going to do tomorrow's prompt instead, but I think I'll skip it altogether. I can do that, right? I mean I'm still blogging? I miss blogging on the weekends anyway, so sue me.

Instead, I present to you,

1. Potty Training.

I'm putting it off to the max. (Did I just say 'the max'?) I can't comprehend how toddlers can be fully able to tell you when they need to 'go', although I know a lot can. And I cannot just let my toddlers run wild and naked, doing their business all over the place, although that does work for many. 

2. Nutrition. 

I hate stressing and worrying about if my kid is getting enough of this and that, or eating too much of this and that. 

3. Bottle Weaning. 

I need to get my almost 20 month old off the bottle. But our sleep schedule is so perfect right now. I don't want to mess with perfection, and she is not a sippy cup fan. 

4. Sippy Cup Weaning.

Our two year old relies on the sippy to go to sleep just as much as the younger one relies on her bottle. It's a sad, sad addiction. 

5. Bottle/Sippy In Bed Conundrum.

Both girls drink their milk in bed. Yep, it's bad because of tooth decay and choking and such. I want to switch them so they're drinking milk, then going to bed. With water, because I can't bear to pull the sippy cups away completely, although I know I should. 

6. Discipline.

I don't know which battles to pick, and with which girl. Since they're 8 months apart, I know I can't discipline Chloe for the same things as Madi. Some things Madi should just know better. Also, I think time outs work great for Madi, but Chloe is still too young. But at the same time, I think I let Chloe get away with more because she's my baby, while Madi is still new to me so the connection isn't as strong yet. 

7. The Step-Parent Connection.

This is a tough one to admit, but I'm sure it's not uncommon. Chloe is my biological child. I've known her for her entire life. Madi is kind of my step-child. I've known her since she was a year old (which is almost as long as I've known Chloe!), but I didn't raise her for her first two years. I spent minimal time with her. I wasn't in charge of decisions for her. We didn't have one-on-one time. We don't have that bond. Chloe fills me with so much happiness. I just want to hug and kiss her all the time. I don't feel that with Madi. At all. I love her, but I love her differently, and with a little less passion. That will change eventually, won't it?

8. The Mommy/Daddy Issue.

I'm Chloe's Mommy, and Eric is Mady's Daddy. Therefore, our home is a huge confusion of Mommy and Daddy. Both girls know who they're biological parents are. Eric doesn't care, and goes with the flow. It doesn't bother me what the kids calls us, since I'm under the impression that we're not breaking up so Chloe will grow up with two father figures and Madi with two mother figures. I'm not sure where the other parents stand on this issue, but I don't push Mommy and Daddy on the girls, one way or the other. When we pick Eric up from work, I tell the girls we are going to get Daddy. When I'm talking to Chloe specifically, I tell her to go say 'night night' to Eric. She still has started calling him Daddy from time to time, but she doesn't light up like when she sees her real Daddy. 

9. Vomit and Such.

I'm terrified of throwing up, as I've mentioned before, so puke is one of my least favorite things. I deal with it much better though when it's one of the kids because I can blame it on the randomness of their little stomachs or teething or something. When they're older, I hope I can still deal with it as well. 

10. Mommy Guilt.

We all have it. I try not to let it consume me, or worry about it much but I always feel guilty about something. Every time I think about when Chloe was in the hospital, I feel so guilty that I let her spend that first night in the hospital alone. How did I do that? How did I leave my baby sleeping alone in a hospital crib with only nurses checking in on her? I felt okay about it at the time, but I feel guilty about it now almost every day. I also feel guilty about trivial things, like when I don't spend enough time with her, don't teach her enough new things, don't read to her. Especially when I have a mean moment, and snap at her or raise my voice. Ugh, I feel guilty about it all just thinking about it.


What are some things that you hate about parenting? 

Friday, March 08, 2013

Week One of Being a Mother of Two

Thanks for the well wishes. Luckily it was just a one-day thing, and now that I'm past the 'hangover' portion that was yesterday, I'm feeling fine again. Although there's nothing like a sick day to make a week feel like it just flew by. Stick around for the recap tomorrow.

Today marks the end of our first full week of having Madi in our care.

The results? 

It wasn't that hard.

Luckily, boyfriend has been working a lot of early shifts lately, so he's been around to help almost every evening. And he's always there in the morning to help with dressing and feeding and buckling in the car. And when I leave with the  girls in the morning, he always does the dishes.

Last night I managed to give them their bath by myself, plus their dinner and bedtime snack. There were no major tantrums. We read a book. We talked to my mother on Skype. The girls watched a little bit of tv.

So things have been relatively easy.

I hope I'm not jinxing anything.

On another note, I really need to start taking more pictures, because I have none at all to post.

Monday, December 24, 2012

How do YOU deal with these kinds of tantrums?

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Wow, it's Christmas eve. It sure doesn't feel like it. 

We started celebrating a little bit yesterday. We took the girls to visit my mom for a little while. We met up with my friend, S., while we were there and exchanged gifts with her. We got a really nice touch and feel Christmas book, a noisy learning toy, bathtub crayons, and some pjs for miss Chloe. So much nice stuff already, and so much left to open. 

The reason we were in town was for supper at boyfriend's sister's house. We were meeting up with his ex-step-father (his father figure growing up) and siblings, as their Christmas 'get together'. Not only did boyfriend and Lil M get presents, they actually had a present for Chloe and I. It was a surprise but a really nice one, especially since we've never met his father before. 

Lil M had on major meltdown over a sippy cup, and we left on that note. She screamed for a half an hour while we got ready to leave, and screamed for another 15 or so minutes as we drove home. I need your advice, any moms of toddlers, so I'll explain the situation. 

She saw the cup in the bag and wanted it. We told her she could have it later, meaning in the car, and put the bag away. Insert tons of crying and screaming. She had a sippy cup of water already, but didn't want that. She wanted juice. After the first 20 minutes of crying, I poured the juice into another cup. She wasn't in the room when I did it. I filled the one she was crying over with water and gave it to her. She continued screaming over it. 

I refused to give in to her tantrum and give her the sippy cup in the car, even though her father really wanted to. After almost 45 minutes of crying, she fell asleep in the car.

So I ask you, what do you do in these situations? Keep holding out to teach her you don't throw a tantrum to get what you want? Or do you give in after awhile? 

She's gotten to the point that she has little meltdowns over anything. If you give her food, even if she wants it, she will cry and scream if you don't give it to her the way she wants it. I don't know what her mother does about it at home, but I am not the type to give a child what they want just because they scream. Her father is. What do you do? 

Keep in mind, she's almost two and barely speaks so it's not like she can't ever tell us if there's an actual problem, she just screams over everything. 

I got a bit off my original topic... Christmas eve! So I hope it's happy. I'm not sure when I'll update next, so I hope you have a Merry Christmas and I can't wait to read all your Christmas updates later! 


Friday, December 21, 2012

Night Terrors: More common than I thought

December 17

Do you know what night terrors are? Because I hadn't heard of them until a little over a year ago. I also had no idea how common they are. 

How common, you ask? Well my step-daughter had them almost nightly for months (her half brother and mother her also had them), from about 17 months until about 21 months. They're finally getting to be a bit rare with her. 

And now Chloe has them. She has only had two so far, with a couple of weeks between the two, 

What are night terrors? That article posts a great explanation, although I would assume that they're a bit more common than they say, and they start a bit younger. 

With our girls, they usually started 1-2 hours after going to bed for Madi, and about two hours after going to bed for Chloe. 

At first it just seem like they're upset in bed.

Last night I picked Chloe up, and she seemed okay but all of a sudden got really upset. At first I thought something may be wrong. 

I sat on the floor and held her but then she started to fight me so I let her go. We tried to give her a bottle, which she never turns down, but she wanted nothing to do with it. She crawled into the corner with her head on the floor, and the rest of her body in the downward-facing dog position. She would tense up, then relax over and over. The crying sometimes gets so intense that it's scary. She wouldn't look at us. It was like we didn't exist. It was always the same for Madi too. 

It lasted about 10 minutes. Madi's were usually longer - 20+ minutes. Then, like someone snapped their fingers, she just stopped crying, picked up her bottle and crawled into my lap. She smiled again. She  got up and wanted to walk around. I held her for a few minutes then put her back to bed without a problem. 

I think more parents should be made aware. If you're child has never done this before, it's  terrifying. You think something is seriously wrong because they're crying so hard, and look right through you like you're a ghost. 

But they tell you not to touch them, or really talk to them, and I believe in that as well. Doing so only makes them cry and thrash around harder. Make sure they're somewhere that they can't get hurt if they're kicking and throwing themselves around. 

And don't panic. They're not dying. It just seems like they are. 

Does anyone else know someone who has them?

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

7 Tips for Feeding a Baby Who Hates to Eat


If there's one thing I haven't talked about in much detail, it's Chloe's eating habits. They are horrible. Feeding time is more often than not just a huge pile of stress and tears, sometimes on both parts. 

You see, Chloe is a bit underweight - she was always between 1st-4th percentile. I kid you not, the child is tiny. At 11 months, she's not even 18lbs yet, that tiny. I've had public heath and nutritionists constantly checking with me, wanting me to bring her in monthly to be weighed, so it's important that I make sure she's eating enough. 

She's always hated eating. When she was on only formula, she would push the bottle away after only a few ounces. Once I started her on baby food, she hated it, and that was an even worse struggle. Now, after 5 months of baby food, she still constantly bounces back from eating a nice amount, to eating just about nothing. 


She cries, she hits the spoon, sometimes she's just plain distracted. Foods she gobbles down one day, she fights not to eat the next. I've tried all the tricks, I've tried forcing her, I've considered giving up. 

I am convinced that I have an anorexic baby. If you think you might have an anorexic baby too, here are some tricks I've tried that have worked (even if only for a little while) to get her to eat. 
  1. Try everything. I've given her fresh deli meat, grated cheese, yogurt, pieces of bread, rice treats, ice cream, anything just to see if she'll eat it, and to get her used to all kinds of tastes and textures. If I'm at a restaurant with her, I let her try a little of what I'm eating to see if it's something she might eat if I tried it at home. 
  2. Mix it up. She hated carrots, so I put about 3 tablespoons of her pureed carrots in a bowl, and about 2 tablespoons of her rice cereal (it was rice cereal with apple and banana) with some of her formula to make it less thick. She gobbled it down three different times before she refused to eat it again. I've tried it with other vegetables, and one time added some pureed apples when she still refused to eat it. 
  3. Play 'Hide and Seek'. If they hates a certain vegetable, mix a little bit of it with something she does like. Or put a little bit of both on a spoon and see if they takes it better. 
  4. Keep trying. If they don't like something one day, give up for awhile and try again later. 
  5. Give them choices. On days Chloe wouldn't seem to eat anything, I just threw a bunch of random things onto her tray: grated cheese, lunch meat, pieces of bread, cooked pasta. Whatever was available. 
  6. Distract them. Sometimes if some baby food dropped onto the tray, Chloe would get so distracted by it that she would willingly take a few bites. The same thing happened if I gave her a spoon or something to play with. Singing also worked sometimes. 
  7. Make it fattening. By that I mean throw in some extra calories where you can. I always make Chloe's cereal with her formula, no matter what the packaging says. She gets more calories from her formula than she would if I used water. I also sometimes dip pieces of bread into baby food. 

Do you have a little one at home who isn't a huge fan of eating? Or any tips to share?

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