What is your worst parenting moment ever?

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Anonymous wrote:Honestly none of this kind of shit sticks with me. My worst parenting moment is when I lose my temper, yell (like my mother) and feel like a piece of crap for yelling at a kid. Luckily it’s only been a handful of times but man I can do better.

I agree. I have a kid with sn who really pushes my buttons. It’s in anger that I feel I’ve been a bad parent not when I’ve made an honest mistake.

Yeah...mine are when I’m having a really bad day of anxiety and I get home and just start crying. My son makes himself dinner those days (he’s 10 and can do basic things in the kitchen) and I supervise - sort of - from my bedroom.

We’ve had plenty of moments like those mentioned in this thread, but my bad anxiety days are BRUTAL and really suck.

Yup. Mine was crying hysterically in the throes of post-partum depression/anxiety and having my two-year-old comfort me. Y

My sisters...

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Anonymous wrote:Honestly none of this kind of shit sticks with me. My worst parenting moment is when I lose my temper, yell (like my mother) and feel like a piece of crap for yelling at a kid. Luckily it’s only been a handful of times but man I can do better.

This here. Exactly.

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Anonymous wrote:Honestly none of this kind of shit sticks with me. My worst parenting moment is when I lose my temper, yell (like my mother) and feel like a piece of crap for yelling at a kid. Luckily it’s only been a handful of times but man I can do better.

I agree. I have a kid with sn who really pushes my buttons. It’s in anger that I feel I’ve been a bad parent not when I’ve made an honest mistake.

Yep. This is me today. Ugh.

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Anonymous wrote:Just an FYI, homeless people are not inherently dangerous. Even homeless people drinking beer.

Give me a break! I would absolutely keep a closer eye on a homeless man openly drinking (which is illegal) next to a playground. Mental illness is much more prevalent in homeless people. This is common sense.

Me too. Single man at playground drinking? Sketchy.

It's not sketchy. It's wholesome. Watching children play reminds them of a better time, a more innocent and hopeful time. You know a big part of why they drink is to numb the feeling they're given by people like you - like they're not worthy of the space they take up. I worked in homeless outreach for over a decade.

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Anonymous wrote:I cut off the bottom of my DC's earlobe while giving him a haircut. He was getting squirmy, I was rushing and...

It was awful.

Cut off? As in that bit of earlobe not there anymore?

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This is a scary thread. So many times our kids are in peril, but by the grace of God and maybe angels watching over them, they survive.

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DS was around 12mo and I was being silly and threw him over my shoulder like a fireman’s carry. And he was laughing and I was laughing while I playfully spanked his butt. But I was trying to go into the house. So one handed I opened the storm door and used my hip/back to keep it open while I unlocked the front door. But I kinda forgot that my kid’s head was back there and WACK, storm door crashes into his head.

He was hysterical, but fine. I was a wreck and felt so guilty!!

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Anonymous wrote:I have a cousin who backed over her 2 year old with her minivan. I have another cousin who drove over his 9 year old with a golf cart.

Both kids were fine, by a miracle.

A MINIVAN???? How is this kid alive?

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Anonymous wrote:My 7 month old son got the razor out from under my bathroom cabinets (normally locked, but my 3 year old raids them constantly) and basically slit his wrists. There was blood everywhere and it looked like a horror scene. Luckily it was all very superficial but he was cut all over.

WOW!

Did you take him to the ER? How many stitches?

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Anonymous wrote:Just an FYI, homeless people are not inherently dangerous. Even homeless people drinking beer.

Give me a break! I would absolutely keep a closer eye on a homeless man openly drinking (which is illegal) next to a playground. Mental illness is much more prevalent in homeless people. This is common sense.

Me too. Single man at playground drinking? Sketchy.

It's not sketchy. It's wholesome. Watching children play reminds them of a better time, a more innocent and hopeful time. You know a big part of why they drink is to numb the feeling they're given by people like you - like they're not worthy of the space they take up. I worked in homeless outreach for over a decade.

Yeah, I also worked in homeless service and I totally agree that most homeless people are not at all dangerous. But that percentage goes up when you talk about a male hanging out in the park in the middle of the day drinking. If a mom is getting a creepy vibe, I’d watch that. Even most homeless service organizations will not let young children volunteer for client-facing work (like giving out food) because the chance of a negative interaction is too high. And the folks lining up for free food are WAY more together than the guy drinking his lunch in the park.

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We had just moved into a new development and we were one of the first houses built. DS was around 11 months old. He was cranky and tired, and was crying a lot and we put him in his pack n play on the main level where we were just to get a break for a few minutes. All of a sudden DS was silent. We looked over and he was turning blue. I panicked big time. I called 911 and tried to explain we were in a new development and our house wouldn't show up on GPS. The operator assured me they'd find us. DH was giving CPR to DS while I could do nothing but cry hysterically on the floor. All of a sudden DS came back to consciousness and was totally fine. The paramedics got there around 15 minutes later. They couldn't find our address on GPS. They checked DS out and said he was fine but we could go to the hospital if we wanted. Everything checked out fine at the hospital. Turned out to be a breathing spell. Still the scariest moment of my life 9 years later and I relive it every so often in my mind. We were so lucky.

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Anonymous wrote:We had just moved into a new development and we were one of the first houses built. DS was around 11 months old. He was cranky and tired, and was crying a lot and we put him in his pack n play on the main level where we were just to get a break for a few minutes. All of a sudden DS was silent. We looked over and he was turning blue. I panicked big time. I called 911 and tried to explain we were in a new development and our house wouldn't show up on GPS. The operator assured me they'd find us. DH was giving CPR to DS while I could do nothing but cry hysterically on the floor. All of a sudden DS came back to consciousness and was totally fine. The paramedics got there around 15 minutes later. They couldn't find our address on GPS. They checked DS out and said he was fine but we could go to the hospital if we wanted. Everything checked out fine at the hospital. Turned out to be a breathing spell. Still the scariest moment of my life 9 years later and I relive it every so often in my mind. We were so lucky.

My DS had his first breath holding spell in front of me at 18 months. He was crying, walking towards me, then not breathing. He fell down and turned blue. I ran to him, held him, and decided not to call 911. I thought he was already dead and there was nothing they could do. Then he started breathing again and came to. So terrifying.

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Anonymous wrote:We had just moved into a new development and we were one of the first houses built. DS was around 11 months old. He was cranky and tired, and was crying a lot and we put him in his pack n play on the main level where we were just to get a break for a few minutes. All of a sudden DS was silent. We looked over and he was turning blue. I panicked big time. I called 911 and tried to explain we were in a new development and our house wouldn't show up on GPS. The operator assured me they'd find us. DH was giving CPR to DS while I could do nothing but cry hysterically on the floor. All of a sudden DS came back to consciousness and was totally fine. The paramedics got there around 15 minutes later. They couldn't find our address on GPS. They checked DS out and said he was fine but we could go to the hospital if we wanted. Everything checked out fine at the hospital. Turned out to be a breathing spell. Still the scariest moment of my life 9 years later and I relive it every so often in my mind. We were so lucky.

My DS had his first breath holding spell in front of me at 18 months. He was crying, walking towards me, then not breathing. He fell down and turned blue. I ran to him, held him, and decided not to call 911. I thought he was already dead and there was nothing they could do. Then he started breathing again and came to. So terrifying.

Ugh, I'm the PP and this resonates so much with me. I also thought DS was either dead or dying. Terrifying. I didn't know anything about breath holding spells then but now know they're pretty common.

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Anonymous wrote:We had just moved into a new development and we were one of the first houses built. DS was around 11 months old. He was cranky and tired, and was crying a lot and we put him in his pack n play on the main level where we were just to get a break for a few minutes. All of a sudden DS was silent. We looked over and he was turning blue. I panicked big time. I called 911 and tried to explain we were in a new development and our house wouldn't show up on GPS. The operator assured me they'd find us. DH was giving CPR to DS while I could do nothing but cry hysterically on the floor. All of a sudden DS came back to consciousness and was totally fine. The paramedics got there around 15 minutes later. They couldn't find our address on GPS. They checked DS out and said he was fine but we could go to the hospital if we wanted. Everything checked out fine at the hospital. Turned out to be a breathing spell. Still the scariest moment of my life 9 years later and I relive it every so often in my mind. We were so lucky.

That is horrible! So scary. Glad he’s ok.

[Anonymous]

First child (almost 7): pretty minor for the most part: worst was put her in her car seat and a blanket over her and arrived home to discover I’d never buckled her in. Not dangerous but one I felt awful about at the time was when she had a diaper blowout on the metro coming home during an ice storm. I got off at DuPont circle but it was too gross out to take her anywhere. I laid my coat (waterproof side up) in the platform at a quietish end and changed her but had no spare clothes and it was freezing so then I wrapped her in my coat and got on the next train. Luckily my DH was home and was able to meet me at my stop ( a few later) with clothes for her. No one seemed surprised or confused by a baby (about 15 MOs at the time) wearing a diaper and a grownup coat and nothing else. Also with her I ignored her for a few days when she said her bellybutton hurt. Then a notice came from the daycare re: strep exposure and I got her checked and she had strep. The ped said some kids only have stomach pain with strep. We’ve since moved and our ped looked at me like I was insane the first two times I came in for her “belly button pain” but they were both incidents of strep

Second child (now 2.5): there was the time she grabbed her sister’s very hot pizza slice and burnt her face (a different post); the time on vacation she grabbed my wedding ring and engagement ring and popped them in her mouth (I flipped her upside down, one came out immediately but we couldn’t find the engagement ring...after 15 mins on the phone with the ped I found it on the rug) and the very worst was similar to op - I was watching my older daughter and didn’t realize my then 18 mo old had left the sandbox. I frantically searched the playground and couldn’t find her and then spotted her running around in the neighbor’s yard across the street. It’s a fairly quiet street, but I cried and cried.