Last week, during a candid conversation with fellow parents, someone playfully accused me of acting like I have all the answers when it comes to raising kids. It made me chuckle because I’ve never claimed to be an expert in parenting—not even close! I’m constantly finding myself in the trenches, making mental notes about my parenting missteps that will surely come up in my children’s future therapy sessions.
Bedtime Battles
Take my situation with bedtime, for instance. I often joke about the nightly game of “musical beds,” but the humor fades when I wake up with a sore back. My husband and I are completely over this unintended arrangement we’ve created with our kids.
A Newborn’s Struggles
Let’s rewind a bit. When Mia was a newborn, I was overwhelmed with guilt for not being able to breastfeed her. In my desperation to foster a bond, I let her sleep on my chest, believing it was the key to our connection. (Thanks to all the breastfeeding advocates out there!) The early years were a struggle, filled with hours of her crying in her crib unless someone was by her side. Eventually, she grew out of it and for a few blissful years, she slept soundly in her own room—until we moved into this new house. Her room, an absolute dream for any little girl, is on the third floor, far from the rest of us. Unfortunately, Mia is terrified to sleep up there alone, despite the nightlights, stuffed animals, and soothing music we’ve provided. Now, she insists on crashing on the couch in our room, and I’m at my wit’s end.
Jake’s Journey
Then there’s Jake, who was our star sleeper. Learning from Mia’s experience, we had him in his crib by three months old. It was a dream come true—until he had a tonsillectomy at age two. The recovery was tough, and he ended up in our room for weeks, which turned into months, and now I can count on one hand how many times he’s actually slept in his own bed. He even jokingly refers to me as his roommate!
Little Leo’s Needs
Little Leo, on the other hand, will sleep in his own room—but only if I’m there to tuck him in. And the moment he wakes up, he bolts to find me. It’s become a bit of a nightmare.
Seeking Advice
So here I am, reaching out to all you fellow “experts” in parenting: What do I do? Have I done irreversible damage? I really can’t stand to hear them cry, but is that the only option left? I’ve exhausted every idea I can think of and am feeling utterly lost.
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In summary, parenting is a complex journey filled with ups and downs, and it’s okay to admit when you’re struggling. We’re all in this together, and your thoughts and advice are more than welcome!
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