DD is 11 months and I lose my cool in the middle of the night sometimes. After being up for hours for the nth night in a row, and having my hair pulled and face poked and whatnot all night long, there are times I just lose it. I punch the bed. I yell. I even, yes, shamefully, tell her to shut up. To GO TO SLEEP.
In the morning I'm horridly ashamed. My little girl, who is so good in every other way, doesn't deserve to be spoken to like that. But like you, I swear to do better, and then the night comes that I'm exhausted again and in the heat of the moment I turn into angry-mom.
I don't know what to do about it. I've asked DH to step in and take DD away into the other room on nights that I've had enough. I try to remember that she'll grow out of it. That she's a baby. That I'm supposed to be her rock. I hate that I have this switch in my head that I allow to go off.
My parents weren't yellers or violent in any way. I don't even remember them fighting between themselves. I think this lack of patience is a character trait. I'm stubborn and like predictability, and when 1+1 doesn't equal 2--when I do everything right and DD wakes up anyway--the frustration builds up and I'm unable to let the steam out slowly.
I just wanted to tell you that you're not alone, that it's hard being a parent sometimes, and that we're obligated to make these situations better. We have to dig for that patience. And we will F up royally sometimes. But we have to shift our thinking. We have to find other ways to cope. As the PP said, be accountable to someone. Have them tell you it's not OK. Talk openly about how you feel and how you'd rather handle the situation next time.
I think I'm going to tattoo "This too shall pass" on my arm and smack myself in the head with it whenever I feel the patience going.
