This weekend Peanut didn't want me. At all. She cried for her father when I tried to pick her up. She wanted to be held by my mother-in-law instead of me. She wanted our babysitter to hold her instead of me. I could not get her to come to me unless I fed her or she was hurt.
I kept grumbling that she hated me. The husband told me she didn't. It's a blow to the ego when the being you carried INSIDE YOUR BODY growing LIMBS and VITAL ORGANS for NINE MONTHS writhes and screams when you try to pick her up.
We've dealt with this before. She tends to gravitate towards her father so I've put off chores until she goes to bed and stay off the computer unless she's sleeping. While she's awake, she's got my full attention unless I'm trying to cook dinner. It helped some but she still tends to favor her dad.
I know kids do this. I know they go through phases and I am no way upset with her. She doesn't know what she's doing. But it does make me feel bad and makes me wonder what I'm doing wrong even though logically I know there isn't much more I can do.
The past couple days, the lovefest has evened out some and she's more willing to be with me. This morning she sobbed when I dropped her off at the sitter's. And I know this will make me sound evil, but it made me feel slightly better to see her cry. Even my babysitter, who knows I've been struggling with this said, "See! She loves you."
Maybe the tide is turning in my favor.