{"id":2080,"date":"2007-10-20T16:24:53","date_gmt":"2007-10-20T23:24:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/2007\/10\/20\/poor-kid\/"},"modified":"2026-01-31T14:51:41","modified_gmt":"2026-01-31T22:51:41","slug":"poor-kid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/2007\/10\/20\/poor-kid\/","title":{"rendered":"Poor Kid"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>This post has been updated<\/strong> with a photo of me and Bean (in profile) below. (I don&#8217;t post photos of Husband on the blog.)<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve got one new photo up of Hurricane Bean <em>in addition to the one below<\/em>. After several days of long crying bouts and obvious tummy pain, we help Bean catch sleep where and when she can. The photo is how she has spent much of Saturday afternoon &#8212; on the Daddy Divan. <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m providing a link to it, though since it&#8217;s categorized for friends and family, if you&#8217;re not a Flickr member with that status, you might not be able to see it.<\/p>\n<p>But give it a try: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mindfulone\/1659933937\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\">here<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>I gotta say, colic throws all hope of a routine or schedule haywire at a time when they are most needed. I&#8217;m not a fan of CIO (Cry It Out &#8212; hell, I can barely tolerate my baby&#8217;s cry), but I&#8217;m also sick of the guilt trip I feel when I read anything by the Attachment Parenting Terrorists. (That is not my term but I love it; I&#8217;ll let the person who coined it claim credit in the comments. Per the suggestion of said person, I&#8217;ve stopped reading their material.) Our doctor has said the baby is too young for sleep training, but that&#8217;s not what we want to do. We&#8217;ve needed guidance on how to ease this child into the sleep she so desperately, clearly needs. As I sorted through handouts from the class we took at our medical center, I came across a list of suggestions that seem helpful. <\/p>\n<p>At the yarn store the other day, I commented on how she will not permit herself to be put down for very long. Someone said, &#8220;Why would you want to put your baby down? Why wouldn&#8217;t you want to hold and carry her?&#8221; I replied that sometimes you gotta answer the call of nature, or geeze, maybe <em>eat<\/em> something. The reply came, &#8220;Well when she&#8217;s a toddler and going through separation anxiety you won&#8217;t be able to go to the bathroom alone anyway!&#8221; That&#8217;s not the <em>point<\/em>. Since Bean fights the Infantino carrier and the Moby wrap, I can&#8217;t <em>wear<\/em> her as I&#8217;d intended. I really resent the implication in that question that I&#8217;m an unloving parent simply because I don&#8217;t want to hold my child 24 hours a day every day. It&#8217;s not just that I don&#8217;t want to &#8212; it&#8217;s also physically unfeasible. So if you&#8217;re inclined to think this way and judge me, do us all a favor and shut up already. <\/p>\n<p>My mother-in-law called; she just returned at 11 p.m. yesterday from a trip to China. She wasted no time telling me she&#8217;ll come back to help out if I want her to. We may just take her offer!<\/p>\n<div class=\"photopost\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/mindfulone\/1661720814\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2078\/1661720814_f00ce2f2b2.jpg\" width=\"375\" height=\"500\" alt=\"after a slow meal\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p><center>Bean at 6 weeks, exhausted from colic<\/center><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This post has been updated with a photo of me and Bean (in profile) below. (I don&#8217;t post photos of Husband on the blog.) I&#8217;ve got one new photo up of Hurricane Bean in addition to the one below. 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