tantrum
last night paul had quite possibly the biggest fit to date. kicking, screaming, bucking... all because we wanted him to go to sleep. "play! play! play!" he shrieked in between cries of "no! no!" i was sitting on his bed and holding on to him as he desperately tried to wriggle free. i had wrenched my shoulder -- no idea how -- and was in pain, but when cam tried to take him from me, i felt undermined and burst into tears. i know cam was just trying to help, but i wanted paul to know that a tantrum wouldn't get him off the bed. cam retreated and paul eventually hiccupped himself to sleep in my arms.
sometimes being a parent scares me to death. am i damaging this child? i don't know what i'm doing.