Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Ph- Ph- Ph- Phases...

Well, it seems that everyone in my house is going through a phase... Jack has entered the separation anxiety phase.  Majorly.  I can't seem to even turn my back to him without a full-on melt down. 
Emma went through this too, but Jack has taken it to a whole new level. 

He goes from happy to shrill, blood-curdling screams in about half a second.  And, he will not stop screaming until I pick him up.  But, then, the second I do pick him up, he chuckles.

I've tried to build up his tolerance of me being out of his sight, but so far, we haven't been able to get past the half second point.  He just screams and cries until his face turns purple and he can hardly breathe.  It literally takes him five minutes to calm down.  I don't know what to do with him!

I have learned to do just about everything with him on my hip... and that's no easy feat.  My biggest problem is when I need to shower and I'm not able to do it during his nap time.  Even when I put him right in front of the shower so that he can see me, he still falls apart.

I know it is just a phase, but the poor little guy gets so upset and it breaks my heart.  I hate it.

Or, maybe it isn't a phase... Maybe I've created a monster.  A Mama's-Boy kind of monster!  I still hate that he gets so upset, but I have to admit, it warms my soul to know he loves me so much...

This could turn out ugly for his future wife.  I better get myself in check and not ruin him completely!  Or, maybe I will ruin him so that he'll stay my baby forever... maybe!

1 comment:

  1. My little guy went through a phase like that. I THINK it's ending now. Maybe. I still carry him around more than I should, but I think it's just me wanting to make him my baby forever.