Is this your baby?
Then why are you telling me how I should parent him?
He was fine in his pajamas, by the way. He gets chilly in the air conditioning, so yes, his pajamas had long sleeves and pants, but they were lightweight summer PJ’s. Not too hot, not too cold. Just right for a little nap in the stroller.
Unfortunately, he didn’t end up falling asleep. He wanted his pacifier… the pacifier that he had apparently ripped off of the leash and thrown overboard somewhere. He needed a nap and wouldn’t sleep without his pacifier.
So he cried.
Until he was hot and sweaty.
I did my best to comfort him and soothe him and blow on him to cool him off. I looked frantically for the pacifier. I was upset and sad for him and I was doing my best.
I was the only volunteer for lunch and had no idea the teacher would be so late coming back. It was a very stressful situation.
So when it was finally time to leave, I was hurrying out of the school to blast him with some car AC and give him a new pacifier. I saw you staring at me and thought you were going to give me the I’m-sorry-I’ve-totally-been-there-before smile.
Instead, you blocked my way out of the building. You grabbed his stroller and told me “You know you can’t put a baby in long pants in this weather”. Although it wasn’t any of your business, I quickly tried to explain that he was hot because he’d been crying and the thin, summer pajamas weren’t the reason he was overheated.
You didn’t hear me, though, because you then turned to all of the other moms walking out of the school and said “Seriously, you can’t put a baby in long pants in the summer. Look at this baby!”, all the while holding onto MY stoller like you weren’t going to let me leave.
You’re lucky I didn’t slap your hand away.
I can appreciate wanting to help another mom. I understand the desire to give some friendly parenting advice now and then. I even get disapproving of another mom’s bad parenting.
But you weren’t helping. You were the LAST thing I needed today.
My baby boy was fine three minutes later, in the car with the AC blowing on him and a new pacifier in his mouth. He instantly fell asleep and was fine.
I, on the other hand, cried the whole way home.
Thanks so much for your help.
Next time, like we tell the Kindergarteners, “You worry about YOU. I’ll worry about ME.”