I'm sure you had the best intentions. I'm sure you were just being friendly. I'm sure you weren't passing judgement on the sweaty, frazzled, overwhelmed, practically in tears mother of the baby bomb sitting next to you.
Yes, I said baby bomb. Because, Crazy Lady, not all of us have babies that sleep when they're tired & are happy all day. Some of us walk around on edge with baby bombs that are ready to explode at any minute for no reason at all. They don't sleep well in their cribs, they cry while they eat, and they make going out in public a bit of a nightmare. We love these baby bombs because we know that someday they will stop exploding & they'll be happy for more than 10 minutes at a time, but still, when they are loaded we're a bit tense.
So, Crazy Lady, perhaps asking me if my screaming 8 week old is "spoiled" was not the best thing to do. Perhaps, telling me, while I'm waiting to get an ultrasound of my infant daughter's hip for what feels like the zillionth time, that I'll spoil her if I hold her too much, was a bit harsh.
And, perhaps turning up the television so that Tyra Banks was blasting all of our eardrums so you could hear her over the crying that is taking place next to you, made the baby & the baby's mama even more tense. Or did you not notice?
Crazy Lady, don't inflict your craziness on any other unsuspecting mothers. Perhaps, just perhaps, they are already stressed out enough.
Thank you from the Peekaboo Management.
