September 23, 2008 7:05 am
I would consider Jamie and I pretty competent parents on most days. We provide our kids with a stable environment along with love, discipline and structure. We read up on parenting methods and try to stay ahead of the curve with our kids. We have fun and spend a lot of family time together. That being said, we’ve got a few issues going on over here that are literally kicking our parental asses. Please indulge me this once and let me have a pity party before I go off the deep end.
Poor Graham has had a double ear infection for a little over four weeks. FOUR. He went through three rounds of antibiotics that didn’t touch the infection. With each new prescription, we were waiting for him to feel better and for his mood to improve but it never did. Our formerly lovable kid has been a hot tempered jerk for the duration of his ear infections and who could blame him. His father and I have been feeling terrible for him but we’re at the mercy of modern medicine. This week the doctors brought out the big guns and gave him a series of injections that he had to get three days in a row to kill off the infection, we’re still waiting to see if they did the trick.
Elliot has had a cold for a couple of weeks and was uncharacteristically irritable yesterday so I took her to the doctor to have her ears checked. After an hour and a half wait, I found out that she has an ear infection too. Luckily we caught hers early so hopefully the antibiotics will do the trick. With all of the doctors appointments we’ve had for both kids, I feel like I should just camp out in the lobby with a sleeping bag. We have NEVER been through the office in under an hour and I have been spending my days growing increasingly more frustrated with the medical system, the system whose mercy we’re at.
Graham recently learned to escape his crib. This is a huge deal to us because he goes straight for the shades in his room and I’m terrified that we’re going to wake up one morning and find him strangled in the wires. We have a baby monitor but he goes into super sneaky stealth mode when he’s up to no good so I’m not sure we’d even be able to hear him.
And then there’s the fucking Oak tree. Really, you say? She’s going to bitch about an Oak tree? Believe me, that damned tree deserves every angry word I wrote about it.
At this point, you may be wondering where I’m going with all of this. Let’s try to tie it all together, shall we? Graham is sick so he’s not sleeping well. We have a fucking tree that has declared war on us and is pelting the side of the house and waking my already sick and already light sleeper up. The now awake kid climbs out of his crib UMPTEEN times a night and risks sudden death by strangulation. The walls are paper thin so the kid is also waking up his baby sister in the next room. The parents are both wide awake ALL night and spend their nights luring the bright-eyed child back to his crib over and over and over. Nobody is sleeping.
Today Graham refused to nap, he scaled the bars of his crib and ran to the door when we put him down. We started his bedtime routine over several times hoping it would stick but it was not meant to be. Something has got to give, really. I loaded Graham up in the car and drove to Babies R Us to buy a crib tent. Two miles down the road, Graham conked out so I ended up driving for an hour to let him sleep. We made an unannounced visit at the grandparents house so it was a win win. I left Graham there while I ran to the nearest Babies R Us for the crib tent.
Jamie and I are both walking around here feeling defeated. Nobody has gotten a good night’s sleep in weeks, and the kids are both happy to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to start their days. Graham has been feeling so badly for so long that we hardly remember what it’s like to have a happy toddler around. We have two kids to take care of, TWO. How can having two kids be this hard when there are people happily doing it with five or eight or ten? Tonight we’re beta testing the crib tent. If Graham can stay put and get a decent night’s sleep, then the rest of us might be able to as well. Cross your fingers please.