When I became a new mother two years ago, I was kind of lost. I mean, I knew some basic stuff, but there were also a lot of things I didn’t know. Like many mothers out there, I questioned myself about many things. I would worry that I didn’t have enough milk, or that I had too much. I would worry that my son was sleeping too much, or not enough. I would worry about the color of my son’s poop or the fact that he hadn’t pooped in a few days.
I’m sure you get the picture.
In this age of easily accessible information, I turned early on to the famous and infamous Dr. Google for help in this parenting gig. One of my first searches, brought me to an online parenting community filled with forums in which parents could share their experiences/worries/solutions…with one another.
At first, it was great. I mean, with titles such as “Green poop, help!”, “LO always nursing, low milk supply?” and “Normal or not [see pic attached]?” I felt right at home in a sea of other mothers wondering what the heck they were doing. Even if the other mothers (because most of the members were moms) didn’t always have an answer (or one that I liked) it was nice to know that others were going through the same things as I was.
And then, things started to become less appealing for me. There were, of course, the bottle -vs- breast battles, then more battles arose with regards to sleep training, but these didn’t bother me much. I mean, I was content with the methods I was using and I just didn’t read the posts.
What bothered me, is when I started reading things like “SO [significant other] useless!”, “Worthless husband” and “Lazy boyfriend”. As the months went by, more and more of these posts popped up. And it saddened me to see that these ladies turned to the online world to fuel anger towards their partners, because I know the value of a great partner in the world of parenting.
I love my partner. He is by no means perfect, but then again, who is? I certainly am not. But despite all the things that he does (or doesn’t do) that make me want to roll my eyes, he shows, day after day, his unconditional love towards our kids. And, on numerous occasions, he has become the pillar I could lean on in my role as a parent.
This evening was one of those moments.
You see, yesterday was hard. Neither kiddo napped for more than 45 minutes during the day and though they were in a pretty good mood, things disintegrated rapidly in the evening. Immediately after supper, Little Dude went into full-blown meltdown mode. My partner and I figured that it was because he was tired, so we endeavoured to get him down for the night half an hour before his usual bedtime. After going through the bedtime routine, filled with toddler tears, he was finally down for the night.
Or so we thought…
No sooner had I gotten my daughter down, did my son wake up in tears. His dad went in to calm him. Then, 20 minutes later, he woke up again…and again…and again. At first, we thought nightmares, but the fact that it kept going on stumped us. My solution, sleep in his bed with him for the night.
Let me tell you that sleeping in a single bed with a squiggly toddler that wakes up crying every hour or so throughout the night while also getting up twice to nurse the 3 month old does not make for a good night sleep. Needless to say that I was tired today…and less than pleased to see some liquid leaking out of his ear this morning.
Sh*t, looks like we’re dealing yet again with a damned ear infection.
Anyways, fast-forward to tonight. I was tired AND in need of some non-mommy time. My partner got the toddler down for bed as I nursed my daughter in hopes that she would fall asleep quickly. But, it was not to be. I tried twice to get her down, but to no avail. Meanwhile, my son was kicking his wall in his room instead of falling asleep and I was out of patience.
I put her down in her bed crying to take a breath.
My breath came in the form of my partner coming up the stairs asking me if everything was ok and then proceeding to little miss I’m-not-sleepy’s room to help her fall asleep. For 15 minutes he paced around the house with her to help her doze off before putting her in her crib.
Daddies really are the best!