AP’ing at 9 months – not by choice
Bella has suddenly decided to get all AP (Attachment Parenting) on me. Some of it has to do with the drama of the past few weeks, moving, a new place to get used to. But this was starting even at the old house.
She’ll wake up happy from a nap, and come out with me into the kitchen, pat me on the shoulder (we sing the “Pat pat pat the Mommy” song) and be in a great mood.
Then I go to put her down. Anywhere. Floor, playpen, jumpy – and she’ll instantly stiffen herself out, flip on her stomach the moment she’s down, start to sob hysterically, climb up or across the room at me, and scream on full blast.
Forever. As if everything I put her in also contains some kind of boiling liquid that eats her flesh off.
Tears stream down her cheeks as she throws herself all over the place trying to get me to take her out or pick her up. The sobs get louder, snot runs down her face and the more I wipe it, the more inconsolable she becomes.
Then comes the inevitable falling over because she has worked herself into a frenzy, which means she bumps her head or leg against a toy or soft part of the playpen. This is beyond anything she can handle, and so she takes it up another notch to, “I’M GOING TO DIE IN HERE AND NO ONE CARES AND I AM PROBABLY BLEEDING ALL OVER AND MY LEG IS BEING SEVERED OFF BY THE STUFFED BUNNY AND MY SNOT IS SUFFOCATING ME – NOOOOOOOO!! MOOOOOMMMMMYYYYY!!!!!!”
This leads to me taking her out because I don’t want to hear it, or listen to her sad crying anymore. And friends, I have tried. I have left her in there and hardened my heart against the screaming to get her to play by herself once in a while.
Not only does it not work, she figures out that next time she needs to start this a lot sooner. Like if she is within 10ft of the playpen or jumpy. Or feels me moving in a downward direction.
I would like for her to be able to play on her own. Now, to be fair, if she’s in her crib, she will play by herself for a while – either before going to sleep or after she wakes up from a happy nap. (Angry naps are a whole different matter.)
But if she can see me, it’s over.
Therefore I end up carrying her around all day. Much to her delight.