Tom experienced some side effects as a result of our week-long hospital stay. Nothing medical (yay!) but he had to re-learn going to sleep in his crib and eating baby food (not yay.) And I am happy to say he’s doing great with both once again.
But there is one side effect that is still a problem.
He wants his mommy to hold him All. The. Time.
Now, I know from reading other parenting blogs and talking to my friends that babies/children sometimes go through these phases with both parents at some time during their baby-hood. But I can’t help thinking that maybe this time his wanting of me has to do with me not leaving his side for the 5 days/nights we spent in the hospital.
I slept in his crib with him, people!
So now little man thinks that besides the whole drawing-blood-at-4 a.m.-every-morning thing, and besides the whole three-hour-strapped-down-scan thing, and besides the whole surgery thing — the hospital was awesome.
(Mom and Dad do not agree.)
Tom doesn’t want me to sweep, do dishes, do laundry, put him in a car seat — he wants me to hold him, hold him, hold him and let him drive with me.
Now, I’ll use any excuse to get out of chores but Kev, Tom and I need clothes since we don’t live in a nudist colony. And the law says Tom can’t drive.
This past weekend I was in the kitchen and Kev was with Tom in the living room. I heard Tom playing. I walked in the room and he immediately began his grunt/cry request for me to pick him up. I didn’t. I just went downstairs.
He began to play again.
I came back upstairs — grunt/cry request. Denied.
I went back downstairs. By running through the living room so he wouldn’t really see me.
And then I decided that the grunt/cry requests were making me feel bad. So I just hid down there. I stayed down there for 45 minutes. About 20 minutes in I remember thinking that I really needed something from upstairs, but I decided I could do without it for a little while longer.
I hid from my baby!
I just didn’t want to hear him cry for me anymore! And really, it’s not his fault he’s got such an awesome mom, right?
When I went back upstairs, I sat on the floor with him to play in the hopes that would make him happy but show him that I wouldn’t be constantly picking him up. Grunt/cry request.
On one hand, I don’t want to contribute to his clingy-ness.
On the other hand, I love my baby and he’s little and he just got out of the hospital and, and, and…
And I really hate doing the dishes anyway.