Friday, June 01, 2012
My baby bawls his head off when I leave him at Taska. He bawls his head off when he heard my voice giving salam every evening to pick him up from Taska. He bawls his head off when I put him down when reaching home. He bawls his head off when I put him down again to cook his bubur nasi. He bawls his head off when I put him down (yet again) when I really have to run to the loo.
Well, you got the idea.
Separation anxiety. How I detest that word.
I could not even put him down by himself...I need to be sitting next to him and play with him the whole time.
The analysts said that it is a healthy emotional development, the baby now understands that the primary caregiver (me) can go and disappear and this makes the baby emotionally distressed.
Yeay for the baby, ARGGHHHH for me.
By the way, it all started in earnest when little Asyraf is 9 months and 3 weeks old. Before that, I can at least go to the loo without torrents of tears running down his face and the whole residents in my flat hearing his spectacular Pavarotti voice.
Anyway, below are some articles on Separation Anxiety.
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The race of man shall perish, but the eyes
Of trilobytes eternal in stone,
And seem to stare about in mild surprise
At changes greater than they have yet known.
- T.A. Conrad
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
- William Blake,
excerp from Auguries of Innocence.