This morning Loren was so clingy. She would not let Aunt Kitty touch her, she screamed as if she’d been attacked by a polar bear (I’ll get to that), and only wanted me.
So I dressed her, knowing I would be late for work, I did it anyway. When Aunt Kitty tried to take over and do her hair, another fit. What the hell, I’m already late, so I did her hair. THEN, she needed me to walk her to Aunt Kitty’s car AND strap her in. Because, I haven’t lived until I’ve squeezed my wide load into the back of a little sports car, trying to manipulate a toddler into her car seat. Well, I survived (and I’m not walking around with a little car attached to my rear!). Loren decided it was ok for me to leave and announced “I’m safe Mama” as I was walking away.
It was one of the hardest mornings we’ve had. Sometimes she resists my leaving, but she usually copes pretty well.
Here’s the thing. Melissa had surgery, 3 weeks ago yesterday and hasn’t been able to lift or play or well, much at all and it will be like that for several more weeks. Then, Aunt Kitty was gone for Spring Break – so Loren has been getting a lot of Mama time (A LOT!) and she knows I’m the weak one. I’m the one who wants to give her what she wants and she senses that with her super toddler power. She’s been getting so much Mama time, I’m all she wants…I sort of enjoy it, but I’m also exhausted beyond belief.
Sunday night she was convinced there was a polar bear after her. We haven’t read or watched anything polar bear related. The ice machine dumped ice and she exclaimed “DID YOU HEAR THE POLAR BEAR GROWL???” (Umm…what?). That night, she was scared to go to bed, she wanted to sleep in “mama bed” (I didn’t let her…I know you were thinking “she is weak so she let her”) and she absolutely HAD to sleep with her alligator. Mind you, the alligator is plastic and small…but I rolled with it. 20 minutes in, she couldn’t find the alligator (she was sitting on him) and again begged to sleep in my bed. I compromised and gave her a new night light (that she loves so much she has altered the direction in which she sleeps to be closer to it!). She slept great after that, until 4:40 am, when again she couldn’t find the damn alligator (it was by her foot this time…), she went back to sleep once I retrieved him.
A friend told Melissa her son has been sleeping in her bed for 2 months because of his sudden fear of everything. I think I’ll take my current scenario to that any day.
Today, I ordered a plush alligator. Protection gator to the rescue!