In my ongoing quest for answers as to why my son has suddenly turned into the type of monster that I often see throwing tantrums at Wal-Mart, I consulted with my friend Amazon this morning. My dear friend is sending some documents my way that will help me find find all the answers I am seeking. I expect to them to arrive tomorrow and by Monday I will know all of the secrets to turning the little demon back into the angelic little boy that I have come to know and love.
If this doesn’t work, then perhaps I will have to consult my other friend, ebay, and see exactly how much toddlers are going for these days.
In all seriousness, I am just about to the end of my rope with Zach right now. He is frustrating me so badly that I’ve actually had to stop and use the “count to ten” method to try to calm myself down before dealing with him. I’ve pretty much ruled out that this attitude is being caused by pain and now am theorizing that his frustration is coming from the fact that he can’t communicate his wants and/or needs with us. I get that when he’s saying “no” he is telling me that something is wrong, but I can offer him the world and he is still not happy.
Being the bad (and extremely frustrated) parent that I am, I have resorted to letting him have his pacifier when he is upset. I can already tell that I’m going to regret that but sometimes amidst the screaming I feel I have no other choice. At this point I’ll do almost anything to save the little piece of sanity I have left. Previous to the last week or so, the pacifier was only being used at bedtime and I was really hoping to get rid of it all together very, very soon. Now, he is suddenly asking for his “noonie”, the hideous name that his dad gave the pacifier, and I am doubting that we’ll ever be able to get rid of it.
The part of this that is breaking my heart right now is that he is totally one hundred percent fine at day care. He gets upset when I leave and cries until he can no longer see my car. But, once I am out of his sight he calms down and is perfectly fine the rest of the day. He eats, plays, and naps just like he is supposed to without any break-downs. As soon as I get there to pick him up he starts crying, screaming, and fighting me with every ounce of energy he has and it pretty much continues until I get him in bed that night. I’m glad he’s happy at day care and all, but it is killing me that he is so unhappy at home right now.
I’m usually pretty confident in my parenting skills, but right now I’m feeling like a total failure. I’ve done everything I can think of and nothing seems to help. So, I’m caving. I’m really hoping I can find some answers or some new techniques to help us get through this phase because I feel like I’m sinking fast over here. I know some of you readers are parents and even some of you that aren’t often have a lot of insight so if you have any suggestions or words of wisdom please feel free to share.