For two weeks now my days are nights are haunted by blood curling screams. I am living in a tropical storm, existing between the eye of calm, and the storm of screams. I tip toe through my life wondering…when will the next scream come? How much more can my brain handle before my ears bleed?
My wonderful little Z baby is fastly becoming a thing of nightmares. Upon entering toddler-hood, a strong need to communicate has formed in his little brain. He wants to tell me when he is hungry, tired, wants something, doesn’t want something, dirty diaper etc. The litany is endless. Yet be it as it may, he is not willing to rely on his old communication forms (a look, a cry, etc.) and does not quite have new communication skills (a gesture, a word, sign language)…..and so the screaming ensues.
- I’m Hungry: Scream
- I’m Tired: Scream
- I’m Bored: Scream
- I’m Thirsty: Scream
- I’m excited: Scream
- Change my diaper: Scream
- Play with me: Scream
- Give me that: Scream
- Pick me up: Scream
- Scream, scream, scream make my ears ring scream
There is no exaggeration here. His screams can shatter glass. They make my ears ring for minutes afterward, and pierce my brain eliminating any sanity I have left. I cannot think, or function when he is in screaming mode. My flight or fight instincts go in full force and I envision nasty little ways to make the screaming stop:….fires, decapitation, muzzles, cutting off my ears and becoming a Van Gogh wanna-be.
The obvious answer most seasoned parents will give is: teach sign language, or look for cues before the scream comes, remove him when he screams..Yep. Got it…Thanks for the insights. But the reality is I’ve tried those things…I am an early childhood educator by day (novice photographer by night). I know what I am supposed to do. I’ve been trying to teach sign language:
- Izaiah eating: Screams
- [me] Izaiah do you want more? Say “More” (demonstrating sign)
- [zaiah] Screams
- [Me} Zaiah say “more” (hand over hand sign)
- [Zaiah] cries, smacks his hands together, then screams…
And so it goes…I am in my own little torture chamber and being the mamarazzi that I am, could not resist providing photographic evidence of my dismay.
So enjoy this little collage… cause all hearing loss aside, it is actually pretty funny.