In the face of hysterical crying baby, how can she be quiet? Poke in to teach you practical experience

She burst out of the quilt crying and shouted on the bed at almost the same temperature as the window: Open the window, open the window...

Filled with rage, I blurted out the vicious language of my 5-year-old daughter sitting barefoot on the bed in a thin pajamas and sitting bare-legged.

I have endured countless times, first to my sister, then to pinch my nose and shout stink, to let me open the window... I put up with it, restrained her from covering the quilt, and then opened the window for ventilation. I was shivering with cold, the heating was really not hot this year, and I had to wear cotton jackets at home...

Dad came over and just closed the window!

Then, as you saw at the beginning, she came out of the bed crying and pulling her throat and shouting: Open the window, open the window...

My head is buzzing, I want to cry without tears, Daddy is not sending charcoal in the snow, it is pouring oil on the fire...

That wasn't enough, Dad shouted: "Don't open!"

I wanted to join my father in yelling at this lawless, unreasonable little demon who didn't sleep at ten o'clock!

In less than a minute, Dad must have beaten her. She cried and hoarse her throat, then her nose was not ventilated, her face was full of tears, her mouth was open, she didn't cover anything, she sobbed and fell asleep... And I, must have turned my head and shook my face, and I lay down on the bed breathlessly, pulled the quilt over my head, and let her go from the storm to the silence. Then quietly climbed up, fart upside down to cover people's quilts, and then insomnia all night, and pain and sadness, anger and hatred and self-blame...

I don't know if you have ever had such an experience, but with two babies, I still often stage such a sadistic drama.

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The big pieces of brain patches are fleeting in my mind, this is not the result I want, I want to control my emotions, I want to change!

I took a deep breath, bent down, wrapped her in a quilt, dried her tears, and said in a gentle voice as much as possible: "Don't cry first, tell your mother why you open the window, you have a reason, and your mother will open it for you." ”

"It stinks, it stinks..." She continued to cry.

"Mom has opened the window for you to ventilate, you smell, now it doesn't stink."

"It stinks, you have to open the window!" She didn't forgive.

"It's winter, it's very cold outside, you can't open the window to sleep, you will catch a cold." I patiently explained, she still cried and did not stop, shouting word by word: "I have to open it!" ”

By this time, Dad had a raging fire on his head. Seeing that the situation was not good, I quickly carried her and fled the bedroom.

Put her on the couch, wipe her tears away, and tell her, "See? The consequences of continuing to cry, Daddy beat you up, and then you cry and fall asleep, is that what you want? ”

She finally stopped crying and shook her head with sobs.

"After crying for so long, is the window open?" "Nothing."

"Yeah, crying doesn't solve the problem, does it?"

She nodded, "But it really stinks!" "Dizzy, at this time, I actually think that I am reasonable."

I was speechless and couldn't explain, was there something wrong with my sense of smell? Transfer in place —

"Baby, tomorrow Christmas Eve, the kindergarten has Christmas gifts, do you want it?"

"Yes."

"Tomorrow the kindergarten will make fruit sugar gourds, do you want to eat them?"

"Tomorrow's fruit candy gourd really has sugar, really want to wrap sugar, the teacher said!" She was excited, because the sugar gourd at home was usually not wrapped in sugar.

I admire the child's ability to change the mood of the second, the old mother I really really can't do it...

"It's more than ten o'clock now, and if you don't sleep anymore, you won't get up tomorrow, and if you go late, you won't have a gift!"

"I'm going to sleep right away!" She had completely said goodbye to the hysterical trick she had just had.

Sending the baby to bed, the perfect ending, secretly whispering: My old mother just has a way!

Before she could brag about herself, two minutes later, Eva opened the door and came out: "I miss my mother..."

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already eleven o'clock, and I instantly froze...

On the way to raising a baby, do you also have such a bitter journey? Let's spit together and hug each other for warmth.