Learning To Let The Alligator Tears Dry
Today Ezra couldn’t get nursed when he wanted to get nursed because -v- was cooking dinner for it was her night to cook dinner. Ezra gave all the signs of wanting to be nursed, but he didn’t get nursed, and he ended up carrying around a pillow following -v-. Time passed. Ezra was pacified with reading a book to him, chasing him around, climbing stairs and with a pacifier. We gave Ezra his water bottle, and he drank some water then tossed it aside. Then Ezra began carrying around the pillow again, but he still couldn’t be nursed. This time nothing stopped the fussy fit that followed.
The fussy fit that followed was loud and long and dramatic. He began with a whine that puttered to a pout then became a scream with crying shouts. Tears came and went. He did his dramatic flops around the ground when he lifts his hand high up in the air and lets out a long crying shout then swoops to the ground like he his giving his daily prayer or bowing to royalty.
We offered Ezra his water bottle and some milk in a bottle, but that wouldn’t stop is fussy fit that became more a test of wills and manipulation than it did about him getting nursed. Tears pooled at corners of eyes. There was on point, about three minutes into his fussing, that I looked at him as he was screaming and crying, and he stopped almost like he forgot why he was making all this noise. The small tears still stuck in corner of eyes faded. His red face went away. Then he began making loud noises again, but this time it was just noise to be loud and for attention. Soon the sound stopped. He found his water bottle, drank some water, found his pacifier and walk away silent.