We got the word from the doctors that Amelia is OK to sleep as long as she likes. Right now they don't see anything wrong with her (legal disclaimer from the drs - not that there isn't something wrong, but just nothing they can note/find, they've done all they can think to test for and she's negative on all of it) and we no longer have to worry about when she last ate or setting the alarm for the middle of the night.
Of course, the day we get that is the first night she wakes up on her own at the time I would have had to wake her anyway. *sigh*
On the making milk front, I've been doing well (knock wood) and I hope to take her to a full year. Its very different this time and I have found it easier, especially because I know what to expect. I do have a trip in December that will take me away for an entire week - which I'm nervous about - so I hope that I can keep it up through that time and beyond.
Kieran has been very frustrating of late. He's not listening (not entirely out of the ordinary for a kid his age, but damn annoying), interrupts (much better on this front since we added the magnet on it), and generally just doesn't seem to have any concentration power. Last night I completely lost it with him. He put stickers on his wall. The reason this upset me is because for the past few weeks whenever he'd get stickers he'd ask to put them on his wall, on books, etc. and the response I gave him was "no, you can wear them or we can put them in (fill in the blank of more appropriate place here)". When he proudly showed me the stickers, I lost my cool and SHOUTED at him.
He has never seen me so angry. He backed up across the room from me and refused to answer my question of "why did you do this when I've told you not to?". He said "Daddy didn't get mad." Which made me feel crappy, but I stuck to my guns. Sadly, he gave me the same answer I gave my own parents when asked why I had done something I knew I shouldn't have.
"I don't know."
ARRRGH. Mom, I am sorry. Dad, I am sorry. Dar, I am sorry. I know I must have said that a million times myself. In so many ways, Kieran is just like me. Stubborn, opinionated, able to get his way by being sweet (which he takes full advantage of), and a very caring individual. I love him and am frustrated by him all at the same time.
After I calmed down, I talked with him about why I was so angry. I told him he lost his 'show respect' magnet for the day. He understood and didn't seem to be upset. It's getting harder and harder to discipline him appropriately. Ken had a talk with him this morning about being frustrated with him and how he can help us. Hopefully, it will make a difference.
For now, we play the game of "how far can I push my parents". Kieran has been losing toys left and right. At least we're making room for Santa.
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