Yesterday was a hard day. I took DC (DD-almost 2 YO and DS 5 MO) to visit the day care center that we are considering enrolling them in. DH had to work and so I took them alone. I don't have much experience traveling alone with my DC because they are so young and are a handful, DD is especially because she wants to be independent, be free to explore and walk alone. But she is 2 and doesn't have good judgement yet. I was visualize a good trip, hoping that DD did not bite DS's fingers while in the double stroller as she has done on ocassion.<br><br>
We took the subway. On the way there, I was totally ready. We sang Com'on Ride the Train, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and Elmo's Song. We went fast across the streets and had a nice 20 min walk. They were fascinated with the elevators and a little afraid of the fast drops. We got there in one piece feeling happy.<br><br>
Then we had to wait 10 mins to be let into the building because of security. DS was getting fussy and too hot, so I took him out of the stroller to take off his coat. I asked DD if she wanted to take off her coat, but she said no. She wanted to walk. We needed to stay near the guard and not wonder off until our chaperone came to get us. She was getting antsy.<br><br>
Finally we got down to the center and I needed to fill out some papers. DD was playing out in the entry which was fine with me, but the teacher wanted her to come away from the elevator. I knew that she would not get on it, but I guess it was another security thing. DD got restless. She scratched DS on the head. The teacher started saying how that would be an immediate call to us if she behaved that way at the center, blah blah blah. I told her that it was a good thing because she has never behaved that way with children other than her brother. I know that's not good, I feel like I'm admitting that we are an awful family where our kids beat each other up. I started to feel judged and so I picked up DS and calmed him. I kissed his head and put him back in the stroller. DD wanted my attention, which is why she scratched DS in the first place, so I put the forms away. DH was trying to call my cell, but I had bad reception. I was getting really annoyed with him for not being there to help me with the forms because I didn't have his SSN or work address. And he kept calling to see how it was going. The teacher kept asking about DS's head. There was a little blood. DD was becoming completely defiant, leaving the room and not responding to my requests to come back. I was feeling to teachers suck their teeth at me not being able to handle my DC, but I kept calm and tried to get DD in a place where she could explore.<br><br>
I asked to just go around to the classroom that DD would be in, and we got to go there. The other children were in the bathroom, so she explored the room happily. Then the guide led us to the bathroom. The kids all seemed to be in a bad mood because they wanted to go back to play. The teachers were calm and respectful, but they didn't want to be there. DD started clinging to me. I took her back into the classroom, but on the way back, a bunch of classes were coming down the hall and DD got scared. She started crying and reaching for me. I took her hand and got her back into the room, but by then, she was did not want to leave my side. I sat on the floor with the other kids and tried to encourage her to read with them. During this whole time, the adults and kids were very interested in DS who was kicking his legs and smiling in the Bjorn.<br><br>
There was some confusion about which class DD would be in, so we had to go to a bigger room with 13 kids. She was intimidated, but she played with the instruments that we sat down beside. A couple of kids came over to say hi and they wanted to talk to DS. DD started talking to DS, too. I thought she was starting to warm up, but out of the blue, she hit him. By then, I was coming undone. I told her to be nice to her brother to show the other kids how to be with gentle with the baby. I was worried that they would want to hit him, too.<br><br>
DS wasn't too phased. He was still smiling. The kids sat down for lunch and they invited DD to join them. She didn't want to go to the table, but it was her lunch time and I know that she was hungry. I decided to leave so that we could get some food.<br><br>
On the way out, the guide asked me for the papers. I had to sit down to fill them out before we left. I was tired. DS was crying to be nursed. DD was crying to be nursed. I didn't have a place to sit and get comfortable. I needed to change DS's diaper. I didn't have all of the info for the forms. DD was leaving the room again and I was trying to get her back. She wasn't listening. She tried to hit DS again, and the teacher from before said that she was a handful. I agreed. She is, but she's also a great kid.<br><br>
By then I lost my perspective and I hissed at DD to stop it. I just ignored the crying kids to try to finish the paperwork. As soon as we could go, I strapped DD into the stroller and left. When I got upstairs, I found a corner and nursed DS while DD got herself some water. She was still in the stroller that I had pushed up to the fountain, standing up. I knew it wasn't safe, so I tried to get her to sit back down. Of course she wanted to climb on the fountain and splash in the water after being constrained for so long. I put DS back in the stroller and bent for a second to slip the bjorn in the basket. Then it happened, DD bit him. He started wailing. I picked him up and carried him out of the building pushing the stroller with one hand. People were nice. They opened doors for us.<br><br>
I must have looked like I was as miserable as the kids. I kissed them both and told them that I loved them.<br><br>
Finally we got to the cafe and had some pizza and fruit. DD ate happily. DS fell asleep. I told DD that we were going to have lunch then go home for a nap. We left feeling a little better. I decided to walk home instead of dealing with the trains and elevators. I was in a bad mood, but I started singing thinking that we could make a fun trip of the walk. DD started swatting at DS's head again. I can't walk a mile with him on my chest, so I asked her what she needed. She wanted his blanket. I put him in the bjorn and gave it to her. She played with it for a while. It started to rain. I put him back in the stroller and tucked him in with the blanket so that I could go faster and hopefully get a bus. I sat down for a moment and told her that she was going to practice hands-on-lap and hands-and-teeth-to-self then fall asleep. I was angry with her and I showed it. She tried to laugh at my angry face and mean voice, but I know that it scared her. I consider that the lowest point of the day. I wanted to punish her for her behavior and I didn't even want to consider what might have triggered it.<br><br>
She fell asleep. Then DS started crying again. He wanted to get out of the stroller. When we got home, I took him out so that he would not wake DD. When we got on our floor, I was ready to punch my neighbor who wanted to say hi. I just whispered hello and walked past her. DD slept and DS wanted to play. I calmed down and had something to eat. I put some EBM on his scratch.<br><br>
When DD woke up, I apologized for not recognizing that she was afraid at the new school and for not being able to comfort her when she needed me. She nursed and was happy. She made a mess with her snack, but the rest of the evening, she was completely agreeable. She played with DS without a single hit or scratch. She tickled him until she snorted with laughter. I stayed close, but she was not interested in hitting him.<br><br>
I am annoyed with myself for getting frazzled and for reacting to the judgement I felt at the school. I didn't feel comfortable enough to nurse DD while there and I think that would have saved DS some trouble. I would like some advice on how to keep my focus next time to understand what DD needs at the time. I need some strategies for finding a place to sit and take care of the kids when we are away from home and don't have the shelter of the car.<br><br>
Thanks for reading this far!<br><br>
Mo
We took the subway. On the way there, I was totally ready. We sang Com'on Ride the Train, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and Elmo's Song. We went fast across the streets and had a nice 20 min walk. They were fascinated with the elevators and a little afraid of the fast drops. We got there in one piece feeling happy.<br><br>
Then we had to wait 10 mins to be let into the building because of security. DS was getting fussy and too hot, so I took him out of the stroller to take off his coat. I asked DD if she wanted to take off her coat, but she said no. She wanted to walk. We needed to stay near the guard and not wonder off until our chaperone came to get us. She was getting antsy.<br><br>
Finally we got down to the center and I needed to fill out some papers. DD was playing out in the entry which was fine with me, but the teacher wanted her to come away from the elevator. I knew that she would not get on it, but I guess it was another security thing. DD got restless. She scratched DS on the head. The teacher started saying how that would be an immediate call to us if she behaved that way at the center, blah blah blah. I told her that it was a good thing because she has never behaved that way with children other than her brother. I know that's not good, I feel like I'm admitting that we are an awful family where our kids beat each other up. I started to feel judged and so I picked up DS and calmed him. I kissed his head and put him back in the stroller. DD wanted my attention, which is why she scratched DS in the first place, so I put the forms away. DH was trying to call my cell, but I had bad reception. I was getting really annoyed with him for not being there to help me with the forms because I didn't have his SSN or work address. And he kept calling to see how it was going. The teacher kept asking about DS's head. There was a little blood. DD was becoming completely defiant, leaving the room and not responding to my requests to come back. I was feeling to teachers suck their teeth at me not being able to handle my DC, but I kept calm and tried to get DD in a place where she could explore.<br><br>
I asked to just go around to the classroom that DD would be in, and we got to go there. The other children were in the bathroom, so she explored the room happily. Then the guide led us to the bathroom. The kids all seemed to be in a bad mood because they wanted to go back to play. The teachers were calm and respectful, but they didn't want to be there. DD started clinging to me. I took her back into the classroom, but on the way back, a bunch of classes were coming down the hall and DD got scared. She started crying and reaching for me. I took her hand and got her back into the room, but by then, she was did not want to leave my side. I sat on the floor with the other kids and tried to encourage her to read with them. During this whole time, the adults and kids were very interested in DS who was kicking his legs and smiling in the Bjorn.<br><br>
There was some confusion about which class DD would be in, so we had to go to a bigger room with 13 kids. She was intimidated, but she played with the instruments that we sat down beside. A couple of kids came over to say hi and they wanted to talk to DS. DD started talking to DS, too. I thought she was starting to warm up, but out of the blue, she hit him. By then, I was coming undone. I told her to be nice to her brother to show the other kids how to be with gentle with the baby. I was worried that they would want to hit him, too.<br><br>
DS wasn't too phased. He was still smiling. The kids sat down for lunch and they invited DD to join them. She didn't want to go to the table, but it was her lunch time and I know that she was hungry. I decided to leave so that we could get some food.<br><br>
On the way out, the guide asked me for the papers. I had to sit down to fill them out before we left. I was tired. DS was crying to be nursed. DD was crying to be nursed. I didn't have a place to sit and get comfortable. I needed to change DS's diaper. I didn't have all of the info for the forms. DD was leaving the room again and I was trying to get her back. She wasn't listening. She tried to hit DS again, and the teacher from before said that she was a handful. I agreed. She is, but she's also a great kid.<br><br>
By then I lost my perspective and I hissed at DD to stop it. I just ignored the crying kids to try to finish the paperwork. As soon as we could go, I strapped DD into the stroller and left. When I got upstairs, I found a corner and nursed DS while DD got herself some water. She was still in the stroller that I had pushed up to the fountain, standing up. I knew it wasn't safe, so I tried to get her to sit back down. Of course she wanted to climb on the fountain and splash in the water after being constrained for so long. I put DS back in the stroller and bent for a second to slip the bjorn in the basket. Then it happened, DD bit him. He started wailing. I picked him up and carried him out of the building pushing the stroller with one hand. People were nice. They opened doors for us.<br><br>
I must have looked like I was as miserable as the kids. I kissed them both and told them that I loved them.<br><br>
Finally we got to the cafe and had some pizza and fruit. DD ate happily. DS fell asleep. I told DD that we were going to have lunch then go home for a nap. We left feeling a little better. I decided to walk home instead of dealing with the trains and elevators. I was in a bad mood, but I started singing thinking that we could make a fun trip of the walk. DD started swatting at DS's head again. I can't walk a mile with him on my chest, so I asked her what she needed. She wanted his blanket. I put him in the bjorn and gave it to her. She played with it for a while. It started to rain. I put him back in the stroller and tucked him in with the blanket so that I could go faster and hopefully get a bus. I sat down for a moment and told her that she was going to practice hands-on-lap and hands-and-teeth-to-self then fall asleep. I was angry with her and I showed it. She tried to laugh at my angry face and mean voice, but I know that it scared her. I consider that the lowest point of the day. I wanted to punish her for her behavior and I didn't even want to consider what might have triggered it.<br><br>
She fell asleep. Then DS started crying again. He wanted to get out of the stroller. When we got home, I took him out so that he would not wake DD. When we got on our floor, I was ready to punch my neighbor who wanted to say hi. I just whispered hello and walked past her. DD slept and DS wanted to play. I calmed down and had something to eat. I put some EBM on his scratch.<br><br>
When DD woke up, I apologized for not recognizing that she was afraid at the new school and for not being able to comfort her when she needed me. She nursed and was happy. She made a mess with her snack, but the rest of the evening, she was completely agreeable. She played with DS without a single hit or scratch. She tickled him until she snorted with laughter. I stayed close, but she was not interested in hitting him.<br><br>
I am annoyed with myself for getting frazzled and for reacting to the judgement I felt at the school. I didn't feel comfortable enough to nurse DD while there and I think that would have saved DS some trouble. I would like some advice on how to keep my focus next time to understand what DD needs at the time. I need some strategies for finding a place to sit and take care of the kids when we are away from home and don't have the shelter of the car.<br><br>
Thanks for reading this far!<br><br>
Mo