@potluck45 This kind of thing drives me absolutely batshit crazy. That baby spent the first 9 months of its existence WRAPPED IN A WARM WET NOISY BLANKET but you holding the baby for a nap 7 MONTHS LATER is supposed to "spoil" them?
Do these people even hear themselves?
I held all 3 of my babies, whenever they wanted and I wasn't touched out. When the guilt started whispering, I reminded myself of that old poem about how "babies don't keep."
Guess what?
My oldest and youngest started out fearful. I didn't notice this as much with my first but I didn't know what to look for; I noticed her caution later. With my third it was super obvious to me: at 4 months old, every time there was so much as a cough across the room, he'd be staring at me to make sure everything was still ok.
By the age of 2 they were both branching out. My youngest turned 2 a month ago and has been willing to spend time with strangers in child-care places for a few months now. My oldest, 8, is currently spending her first night at sleep-away camp.
But.
When my youngest was 9 months old, I tried to start working out. I tried to leave him in childcare. He screamed for 45 minutes before they came and got me. I tried again a bit later, sitting in the play area with him. I did this twice a week for a month, and by then there had been only marginal improvement and the staff was trying to get me to leave him there for ten minutes at a time. They said they'd come get me if he was still inconsolable after ten minutes.
I sat down the hall with my needlework. I'd like to say that every time, ten minutes would go by and they were there telling me he was still crying. I'd like to say that, because he WAS still crying. But they didn't come get me after ten minutes. They took longer, and so he spent 15, 20 minutes screaming his terrified little head off twice a week for another 3 weeks. And he was waking up with nightmares multiple times per night. At 9 months old, waking up screaming terrified every couple of hours.
The final straw was when I had been sitting down the hall for 25 minutes thinking that we were finally making progress because I hadn't been hearing him screaming as the door opened and closed with the usual flow of people, and they came and got me and said he'd been screaming the whole time, only this time he was screaming into a cubby. That's why I didn't hear him.
I want to go back just for them to see him walk in and start playing, now that he's 2 and more independent. But I expect he'll still be terrified of that place, and anyway I have no desire whatsoever to see those people ever again. I did like working out there, but fuck those people.