Earlier this year I read a book called “Mommy Guilt” by Devra Renner, Julie Bort and Aviva Pflock. I’m not very much in to self-help books, but this one is a great guide on how to not let yourself feel bad when you can’t get everything accomplished. The book talks about prioritizing and how it is okay to let some dishes sit in the sink while you read your kid a book, but it is also okay to let your kids watch tv for 30 minutes while you do some laundry so that they have clean underwear.
When I read it, I knew that it was a good guide, but I felt pretty proud that I really didn’t have a lot of regrets about how I was handling things. I mean every once in a while I feel bad that I’m not bringing in any money, or that I didn’t accomplish as much in a day as I would have liked, but most of the time I spend most of my day on the floor with The Squad and I am okay with that.
But then this morning happened.
Generally, The Goon Squad has gotten pretty good about sleeping through the night , but every once in a while, they get out of hand and will start waking up several times in the middle of the night. When this happens we usually try to let them cry for a while and see if they will just fall back to sleep. This has worked for us in the past, then they start sleeping through again. Last night was one of those nights.
At about 5:30 this morning Ian was crying. This isn’t that much earlier than when they normally wake up so I went in to get him. It looked like there was either poop or blood in his bed. I thought about freaking out, but there wasn’t very much of it, it didn’t smell bad, there was no blood or feces on the boy and I remembered he had a molar cutting – so I figured he bled a little when his tooth cut and we both went back to sleep in my bed.
I forgot all about it until I went to put him down for a nap. It was neither blood nor poop. It was vomit. I could clearly identify the teddy grahams.
My kid puked in his bed at night and I let him cry.
I think I need to go read that book again.