I was hoping for some relief when my parents came down last Saturday. Was hoping to go to cell group and do some shopping.
When I came back from my 1 hour grocery shopping, my mum thrusted the baby back to me proclaiming "She's so difficult to take care. Always crying. Don't know what she wants. So bad tempered!"
I took Caylee in my arms and settled her down. She is surprisingly picky for her age. She seems to know where she is being put down and selectively decides that she doesn't want to sleep there.
She quietened down when I held her and after a suck or two at the pacifier fell asleep.
"She must be looking for you! That's the price you pay for breastfeeding her! You have made her so attached to you."
"If she is so difficult and always look for you, don't hope to have any holidays and leave her with me. If she is so difficult no babysitter will take care of her! You better not put her to your breast. Just pump out."
All I can do was to keep quiet. But deep inside I was crying buckets.