George is now 9 months old and I thought I had actually masterminded being a mother but then last month he seemed to have changed completely. First of all he found his voice… and boyyyy don’t I know about it. The once non clingy, laid back, lazy baby is now just like a mini monster showcasing his ear piercing scream at any chance he gets.
It all started on holiday a few weeks ago and I have now realised he wasn’t unwell… tired or teething on holiday like I told many onlookers at the time… this clingy and loud monster IS ACTUALLY MY SON George.
My husband and I have been together 2 years and I would say we are still very much in the honeymoon phase… (well I am.. he might disagree) so we really enjoy each other’s company and we love going for meals, but now we are often accompanied by George… now don’t get me wrong, this was fine at first.. in fact it was lovely, people would come over and he would smile sweetly and my husband and I would feel so proud to have such a sweet little boy… but now… jezzz… we have to feed him up before we go for any meal and to be honest it rarely works. For some reason he can’t stand us eating, talking or having a good time when it doesn’t involve him. I really don’t know what has happened to him. I keep telling myself on repeat everyday when the screams are piercing my ear drums “the tail doesn’t wag the dog.. the tail doesn’t wag the dog.. the tail doesn’t wag the dog” but then the screaming all gets too much and I just give him whatever he wants… my food … he can have… dan’s food he can have… we just want some peace…
In addition to the ear piercing screams all of a sudden he can’t stand me dressing him and as I start to he proceeds to roll across the floor in a tantrum.. it takes me a good 15 minutes to change him and his nappy in the morning. He touches his bits whenever I change his nappy and even more so when he has done the biggest poo on earth.
George has also decided he wants to stand up constantly with help from me of course and freezes his body so you cannot sit him back down when you have had enough… I try and resolve this by putting him in his once loved Jumperoo but he straightens his legs so I can’t put him in and when I do eventually get him in he gets that worked up that I have to get him out again….
Each and every day my house is like circuit training.. I move him from one thing to another to another… singing like a dick head as i go… there’s only so many times the wheels on the bus can go round without running out of petrol. The other day I just had enough so decided to just faint right in front of him.. he was quiet for a minute then started pulling at my hair.. then finished off by laughing and puking on it at the same time. I actually cried a little… I had actually washed blow dried and straightened it for my husband and now it was all stuck together in some carrot kind of paste… so a messy bun it was for me that night.
In addition to his determination to walk… each and every time I sneak out of the room for a second he cries…. what makes it worse after all this… the only frigging word he says is dada…. “dada” I can’t believe it….
The positives are that he is now very loving and he loves to show me affection by grabbing my face and opening his mouth… sometimes he won’t let go and I fear he may actually eat me….Sometimes I do actually feel he bullies me.. when I wear my glasses he pulls them off and laughs…
So yeah… I know it sounds like i am whinging and I am sorry for that … I do love being a mummy but I have just realised how easy he was before compared to now… everyone keeps telling me a phase… but what if it isn’t… what if he stays the same all his life and continues to scream at every meal.. scream when he isnt getting attention, cry every time i walk out the room… and puke in my hair… what if it never ends… HELPPPPPPPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEE