What is it this week? First I had to put the baby in day care for an hour while I had physical therapy. I told them she would probably be tired and cranky by the time I was done - she can only stay awake for 1.5 to 2 hours at a time, so no matter when I schedule my one hour appointment, she’s likely to be tired by the end of it. I nursed her right before, she had a clean diaper, I did the best I could. So she was crying as my session wound down, and I went to get her.
Babysitter: You can sit here to nurse her if you want.
Me: Thanks, but I think she’s just tired.
Babysitter: Here, why don’t you try nursing her.
Me: OK, maybe it’s worth trying. kid refuses, continues to cry Yeah, she’s just really tired.
Babysitter: Maybe next time you could bring a bottle for her.
Me: JESUS CHRIST, SHE IS NOT HUNGRY, SHE’S FUCKING TIRED! This child came out of my body, and I have taken care of her every day for six months, I think I have a freakin clue what might be bothering her!
(Of course I only said that last part in my head.)
(Oh, and I got her into the car and she fell asleep in literally 30 seconds.)
So that was a little annoying. But this one takes the cake.
My MIL came to watch the kids and wanted to take them to the park. I warned her that Claire was kind of tired and would need to nap within about 45 minutes. When I came back home from my errands, she told me she had taken them to the park anyway, but they didn’t get to stay long, because Claire got upset. She was upset because there were black people at the park. Not because she was tired and overstimulated. It was definitely because there were two black men doing landscaping work at the park, and seeing them made her cry. I just flat out said, “I think you’re projecting.” And tried not to laugh too much.
This is the same woman who constantly tells us to jam food into our kid. Colic? Give her solids. Sleep disturbance? Put cereal in a bottle. Rice cereal gave her a belly ache? It’s not that she’s not ready for food, it’s that we tried the wrong kind of rice cereal. And so on. Meanwhile, she shows no inkling that her son’s current obesity, high blood pressure, and high cholesterol might just have a tiny bit to do with the fact that when he was two months (!) old, she started shoving food into him like he was a foie gras goose.
Oh, and she’s a dietician.
I know y’all will have some great stories about this topic. Bring 'em on - I’m in the mood to commiserate.