I've been feeling a bit depressed lately because I just feel like I'm not as good of a parent as I thought I was.
DS turned 2 on 12/3 and he is really challenging in some ways. He's never slept well, and a few months ago graduated to wanting to eat and read when he wakes up at night, and screaming uncontrollably for hours if I don't.
I am just such a horrible parent when the screaming starts. I say mean things, cuss (I mean, I cuss AT him). I figured out that he doesn't want me to leave him when he's going through this, but I have to admit a couple of times the screaming has just been too much and I've walked off and left him in the room. How horrible is it when your child feels abandoned and, face bright red and screaming, comes running for you and reaches out his arms.
I guess I'm just looking for a little reassurance and maybe a pick-me-up that I'm not a bad gal maybe?
I guess the reason I've started feeling so horrible is that I've started limiting what I will do for him at night. I've always believed that if I just got him what he felt he needed and stuck through it, eventually he would sleep through the night and we'd be OK. But if I scream at him and yell at him and am a horrible parent, what good am I? So we're working on "no reading until it's daytime out". It's actually going well, once he understands he seems ok with it. (the whole saga of nightwaking is for another thread)
I just feel like such a failure because of having to do this, I guess. Like, he needs stuff from me that I'm not able to give. And it just breaks my heart.
Anyone got a story they can relate or something they can say to make me feel like I'm doing the right things? Or, any tips on keeping your cool and your sanity when you have been stretched to the breaking point?
DS turned 2 on 12/3 and he is really challenging in some ways. He's never slept well, and a few months ago graduated to wanting to eat and read when he wakes up at night, and screaming uncontrollably for hours if I don't.
I am just such a horrible parent when the screaming starts. I say mean things, cuss (I mean, I cuss AT him). I figured out that he doesn't want me to leave him when he's going through this, but I have to admit a couple of times the screaming has just been too much and I've walked off and left him in the room. How horrible is it when your child feels abandoned and, face bright red and screaming, comes running for you and reaches out his arms.
I guess I'm just looking for a little reassurance and maybe a pick-me-up that I'm not a bad gal maybe?
I guess the reason I've started feeling so horrible is that I've started limiting what I will do for him at night. I've always believed that if I just got him what he felt he needed and stuck through it, eventually he would sleep through the night and we'd be OK. But if I scream at him and yell at him and am a horrible parent, what good am I? So we're working on "no reading until it's daytime out". It's actually going well, once he understands he seems ok with it. (the whole saga of nightwaking is for another thread)
I just feel like such a failure because of having to do this, I guess. Like, he needs stuff from me that I'm not able to give. And it just breaks my heart.
Anyone got a story they can relate or something they can say to make me feel like I'm doing the right things? Or, any tips on keeping your cool and your sanity when you have been stretched to the breaking point?








Figure this-- you can't expect a baby to control himself any better than an adult can. If you escalate, he will. If the adult is calm, the baby can probably calm quicker.
