Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. I. Said. No.
Naps are a struggle, bedtime is a full-on war - I have the bruises to prove it. He's biting, throwing punches, kicking, and has started to utter the dreaded word: "NO!" He also likes to take things and shriek "mine, Mine, MINE!" He's been tugging at his ears like he'd like to pull them off his head and I've had him into the pediatrician twice to make sure it's not yet another ear infection. (It's not). He's working on the canine teeth on the top, one has poked through and the other is a swollen, irritated lump on his gum. He gnaws on things and drools constantly.
The worst for me, is the clinging, sobbing drop-offs at school. He cries like he's being abandoned, reaching for me and calling "Mama, MAMA!" When we walk in the door, the screams if I try and put him down, and if I manage to get him off of me, he goes limp on the floor and sobs. I've been trying to be patient, and to allow some extra time where I can sit with him, play with toys, and reassure him that it's FUN to be at school, but I'm not sure if I'm actually helping or making things worse.
He acts a little shy and clingy with Hubby, but nowhere near where he is with me. It's that way at home, too. He wants to see Daaah-eee, and play with him, but when the rubber meets the road, it's the Mama-way or the highway, accept no substitutes.
Singing to him last night, I changed the words to the "Tennessee Waltz".
I was dancing, with my Mama
to the Tennessee Waltz
When my Dad tried to take me away.
I said "No thank you" to my Daddy
and held on to my Mama
'cause sometimes a guy just needs his mom.
I love that he likes to be near me. I love that sometimes just the sound of my heartbeat and me singing to him is enough to calm him down. But he likes to sit on my lap while I go to the bathroom, and I could really use some space these days. Someone please reassure me that this is a phase and it will pass?
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