I feel for the parents whose lives are devastated because they lost control and in a few short seconds caused irreversible damage. I don’t know where the discipline came from that day that helped me pick up the phone instead of shaking my baby. I envisioned police cars screeching up onto the lawn to take our son away.Īlthough the phone call started an avalanche of emotions that I didn’t want to face, I’m still glad I called. I sank to the floor with the phone in my hand and a sick feeling in my stomach. When I found out why he was calling I was shocked, horrified and embarrassed. When I returned from the park, the answering machine was filled with messages to call him.
VALLUM HOMEOPATHIC MOVIE
My husband was on a movie set in the middle of the desert and shut down production to find me. She was afraid for the safety of our son and wanted to know where I was. When my husband answered the page, she urgently informed him that my agitated tone and failure to comply with her instructions led her to believe that this was a potentially volatile situation. The woman used her “star 69” function key to track down my phone number and didn’t hesitate to call my husband’s pager number, which was on our answering machine. And by not calling back, I had unknowingly committed a crime. What I didn’t know is that the help line considers each call an emergency situation. Baby was up and happy, and we were out the door to the park. Well, two hours later our situation was completely different. “But I am incredibly frustrated and would like to find a parenting group in my area.” She asked me to phone back in two hours for a list of local groups. I was forwarded three or four times before I spoke with a woman who asked me straight out if I felt like I was going to hurt my baby. It’s the hardest job you’ll ever love” and rang them for help. I remembered a phone number from a billboard that read, “Parenting. Is it my fault that he won’t stop crying? Mommy can’t think. Tormented between the disciplined school of letting him cry and the emotional school of “for God’s sakes pick him up,” I didn’t know what to do. I took some cleansing breaths, but my mind raced with his every wail. So there I was in the hallway listening to him cry, feeling like all I could do was cry too. The most any of them did was provide temporary relief. Homeopathic tablets, skinned apples, Tylenol, Motrin and Tupperware lids-you name it, I tried it. I tried everything short of an IV dripping Valium. “He’s just teething,” everyone volunteered.
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