I’m out to dinner with my husband… kids in the care of their grandparents and happily taken care of. It’s a date night and I have a moment to relax.
Until your baby cries.
Your little one’s screams let out a signal that is instantly triggered in my Mommy Brain to react. Go. Feed. Soothe. Comfort. All before I even realize that my kids aren’t even there. I forget for a moment that they are miles away and the tears I’m hearing aren’t from them.
After that thought has passed, my stomach is still in knots. I want to come help you. Scoop up your baby and shoosh it. Clearly that’s a horrible idea but it’s my bodies reaction: GO TO THE BABY.
I can’t concentrate on anything he is saying and I’m feeling myself twitch just a little every time it makes a sound. Please just make it stop. Now that I’ve developed an obvious tick, all I want to do is go home and get my kids. I’m not hungry anymore. And that’s why I can’t stand hearing your baby cry.
I’m totally not upset with you for your infants wails. I bring my kids places, too, and sometimes they cry. I’m definitely not the one that is going to roll my eyes at you for bringing your baby to a restaurant. I even get the same physical reaction to babies on television. Or sometimes animals that sound like babies. It’s bad.
I’ll admit openly and willingly that my anxiety over my children is extreme – it’s known and it’s even medicated. But I certainly don’t think I’m alone here. Does anyone else completely loathe the sound of other people’s babies crying?