My sweet little Charlotte has continued to give me such a hard time with going to sleep. Just out of nowhere, she went from going to bed like a little angel to screaming and carrying on like a deranged maniac, making herself hysterical (and a few times making herself throw up) within minutes of getting in her crib.
Just the mention of 'bed' sends her to tears. Every night before bed I say okay girls, night-night time!! Katie starts singing "Nap time, nap time...." from Yo Gabba Gabba and Charlotte starts to sob and say "No!! No!!"
I decided there MUST be something physically wrong with her. There must be! An ear infection maybe, ah a nice simple ear infection. We'll give her some antibiotics and soon my calm, happy girl will be back.
So off we traipsed to the doctor who obligingly checked LaLa over from head to toe and every spot in between. And declared her to be 100% perfectly healthy.
The doctor's diagnosis - separation anxiety. Damn again.
He told me the same thing my mother said - that i need to go out more often and she will learn that it's okay, Mommy goes away but she comes back. He told me this is very typical, especially with stay at home moms. She is so used to me always being there... my not being there one night just triggered this anxiety in her.
So yesterday I took Katie out to lunch with my friends and left Charlotte with my aunt, where she had a great time and apparently was happy as a clam (meanwhile Katie spent the entire car ride pointing at Charlotte's car seat and going "Huh? Huh?" and shrugging her shoulders then had a total meltdown when she saw LaLa's picture on my cellphone, pointing at it and sobbing hysterically).
But, Charlotte is definitely not cured yet. After I picked her up from my aunt's I took her to the supermarket where she proceeded to cling to me, refused to allow me to even put her in the shopping cart, screamed like a lunatic and at the checkout hung on to me so tightly while i tried to bend over she caused me to lose my balance, i fell down hard on one knee, wrenched my back and she pulled down my shirt while trying to hold on for dear life. I think the young male cashier saw my nipple. He looked horrified. And will probably remain a childless bachelor forever thanks to the two of us. Sorry kid.
We did have a great Memorial Day, and it was the one day Charlotte went to sleep without a problem. I think we just wore her out.