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All done with mom/baby group
Oct. 4th, 2007 02:27 pmI was at baby group this morning and the baby was screaming and crying and vomiting. And vomiting because she was screaming and crying. And screaming and crying because she was vomiting. And I rocked her and bounced her and shushed her and stood her up and sat her down and laid her down and got toys out and put toys away and offered the boob and opened a book and bounced her and bounced her...
And finally I just put her back in the car seat and left in the middle. I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't be there with all of the mamas happily playing with their babies in their laps and on the floor while I filled up burp cloth after burp cloth with copious amounts of vomit and listened to my baby scream.
Maria, the nice lady who runs the group, came out as I was packing up and said I didn't have to go, that I wasn't bothering anyone because it was okay with her if my baby was screaming. And I said, "No. No it's not. Not ever. I'm not going to let my baby scream so that I can have a little fun time." And she asked if I'd ever told my partner that we were having such a hard time. I said, "Are you kidding me? I've told the entire internet." Then she asked me if I'd seen the pediatrician about her reflux...
And I left and cried the whole way home. I'm done with outings. They may be good for my sanity on some level but it's not worth it to make the baby cry and puke ad nauseum (pun intended). I'm done with having people think they're being helpful by telling me, "Oh, she spit up again," or, "Oh, that was a big one!" or "Wow, how does she gain weight?" or just calling her "poor little August" all the time. And I won't have to clean up the floor of restaurants or worry about attracting bees in the park or apologizing to people upon whom my daughter has vomited, and most importantly, I won't be making the baby cry all afternoon long.
I guess it's time to bail on Thanksgiving and Christmas if we can't even manage two hours of playgroup down the road.
And finally I just put her back in the car seat and left in the middle. I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't be there with all of the mamas happily playing with their babies in their laps and on the floor while I filled up burp cloth after burp cloth with copious amounts of vomit and listened to my baby scream.
Maria, the nice lady who runs the group, came out as I was packing up and said I didn't have to go, that I wasn't bothering anyone because it was okay with her if my baby was screaming. And I said, "No. No it's not. Not ever. I'm not going to let my baby scream so that I can have a little fun time." And she asked if I'd ever told my partner that we were having such a hard time. I said, "Are you kidding me? I've told the entire internet." Then she asked me if I'd seen the pediatrician about her reflux...
And I left and cried the whole way home. I'm done with outings. They may be good for my sanity on some level but it's not worth it to make the baby cry and puke ad nauseum (pun intended). I'm done with having people think they're being helpful by telling me, "Oh, she spit up again," or, "Oh, that was a big one!" or "Wow, how does she gain weight?" or just calling her "poor little August" all the time. And I won't have to clean up the floor of restaurants or worry about attracting bees in the park or apologizing to people upon whom my daughter has vomited, and most importantly, I won't be making the baby cry all afternoon long.
I guess it's time to bail on Thanksgiving and Christmas if we can't even manage two hours of playgroup down the road.
