Guest blogger Dani Klein Modisett: The other morning my toddler threw himself on the ground, tugging at his ears and rolling around the floor screaming and crying. So of course, I assumed he had an ear infection. I took him to the doctor as soon as the office was open.
"Perfect," she said, peering into his right ear. "And ... perfect on this side too! No infection, that's good."
I guess. I felt stupid for wasting her time.
"But he was rolling around on the floor, hitting himself in the head. It really looked like he was in pain, like he wanted out of his body."
"What happened right before?"
"His brother and father left to go to school and to work."
"I guess he didn't like that."
"Oh. Wait ... what?"
"Probably had a tantrum. That's what kids do."
Yeah, kids, but he's not even a year-and-a-half-old yet! Oh shit.
After we left her office, Baby G. didn't want to get in his car seat, so attempting to put him in it was like trying to fold 8-inch thick plywood with my hands -- plywood that is writhing and screaming. I managed to get him buckled in, but still he wouldn't stop crying, unless I kept my hand on his knee. So I put my left hand on the steering wheel and reached back with my right keeping my hand on his leg the whole way home. Thank God for the compact car, huh?
And he still doesn't sleep through the night -- most nights and he'll probably nurse until he's 30.
I don't want to be alarmist, but this was not my experience with my five-year-old. I hope there's nothing really wrong with this one.
Maybe it's true that "the universe" gives you the easy one first. Otherwise how would we ever have the courage to have more?