Today has been exhausting. I mean, every day for the past 2 years has been exhausting I think…but today I had to make a 9:30 am doctor’s appointment with my 4 year old and 1 year old. They’re readjusting to our schedule after a month of craziness. I honestly had no idea if they’d wake up at 6 am or 10 am. So- last night I set my alarm…I prepared my son for the doctor’s appointment (who is traumatized from a throat culture in March) and went to sleep.
Of course, this morning I wake up to a text from my husband at 8:30 saying– shouldn’t you be awake? Yep. I overslept. My very brilliant 4 year old got into my phone and turned the alarm off, and then sat there quietly while I snoozed. (He’s clever). I had 30 minutes to feed the kids, change diapers, get them dressed, etc. After much stress, I did it. We made it by appointment time.
And of course, as soon as the nurse called our name all hell broke loose. My son screamed. He grabbed onto the fish tank for dear life. He flopped around, fell backward, etc. I had to pick him up and carry him to the room. He kicked, screamed, cried, pushed, punched. It was pretty impressive. He’s done this the past few times we’ve been to the doctor so I wasn’t surprised. I did, however, change my approach to the situation.
First off- I said a prayer. I asked God to please help me and guide me. Then, I talked to my son. I asked him if he was scared. I reassured him. I held him tight. I sympathized with him and I didn’t lose my cool. I didn’t become embarrassed by his outburst — I got down to his level and reasoned with him. I was able to exclude everyone else and allow the conversation just to be between us. So often I feel judged by others. Am I being too lenient? Am I being too harsh? What are they thinking? For once, I didn’t care. The important thing was taking care of my baby. He was scared- that was all this outburst was about. Fear. We talked and after a few minutes he calmed down. He got off the floor and he sat down and did everything he was supposed to do. I was so proud of him.
When everything was done I gathered our things and the doctor told my son he was a great little boy and did a wonderful job. The nurse took a moment to tell me that I did everything right. “You really handled that situation. He was upset and you diffused things- and he’s fine. You did everything right. Good job mom.”
Wow. When I stopped worrying about what others thought of my parenting…it was actually complimented. When I took the time to talk to my kid instead of scoff, threaten, or voice my frustration I got better results than ever before.
Communication is key. Whether it be between spouses, friends, or a mom and her very pissed off, scared 4 year old. Talking it out is never a bad idea. ❤️