I put her in the hip carrier and ignored her til she passed out. This did not make her happy, but it did get her to sleep, without making her feel abandoned.
But my heart is still breaking - or broken.
I should be doing better than this.
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2 comments:
Hah!
I snort in derision at you.
In the kindest possible way.
You are doing well and doing better and the guilt thing is terrible to have to deal with at the same time as a fussy, cranky just plain miserable toddler.
Take care, you are human and still a fine mother!
Of course we don't remember how bad it was when the older child was younger, if we did none of us would more!
Ditto what gawdessness said! I agree!
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