I am sitting here after having just put James down for bed for the night, and honestly, I just want to cry my eyes out.
For whatever reason, James hates having his hair cut. I mean HATES it. I mean flails his arms and legs, screams, cries until he is nearly puking, sweats profusely and has rivers of snot gushing out of his nose.
The first few times he had his hair cut (I think he was 11 months old when we first started) it was not really a big deal. He whimpered a little and we got thru it.
The last few times have been just terrible. I end up holding him on my lap while Chris dances around him acting silly or bribing him with a toy while the hair dresser tries to cut as fast as she can.
It was so bad the last time that Chris and I were both practically in tears and I thought James would need to be sedated.
So, I decided to give it a go myself at home (which after scouring the internet for tips and tricks to cut a toddler's hair, seems to be the route that many parents take.)
Over the last few weeks, I have tried to get him used to both the scissors and the clippers. He gets to sit in his chair with a treat and watch his favorite shows, while I try desperately not to make him look like a Chernobyl victim.
I have taken it very slowly. It has not gotten better.
I tried again tonight, and basically told myself to just get the job done. My hairdresser suggested I just clip his whole head on a #6 setting, so that is what I did.
At one point I was holding him tightly against me and making frantic swipes at him with the clippers while holding his arms down with the other hand.
You can imagine that he wasn't happy.
I am basically thinking that he will be forever traumatized by my idiotic desire to have his hair neat and tidy.
Well--no more. I will NEVER EVER EVER cut his hair again. I loathe long hair on little boys (sorry, I know it is in style right now) but I guess I will be letting James' hair grow long, because unless Chris does it, or Chris takes him somewhere that can do it, I am NEVER EVER EVER doing it again. (Did I say that already??)
Even though as soon as I shut the clippers off he stopped crying, even though he played trains with me happily for an hour before bed, even though he snuggled against me while I read him five bedtime stories, and even though he said "Love you Mama" as I left his room tonight, I still feel like a CRAPPY, LOUSY mother.
You can say what you want to be supportive, or to console me--but I just have to say it. My mothering skills sucked tonight.
I guess that is part of the reason why blogging is so cathartic. I can get my thoughts out there for the world to read.
And if there is anyone out there who is contemplating cutting their toddler's hair, knowing full well that their beautiful child would get through receiving their vaccinations better--just think about my experience for a moment and STOP.
It's not worth it.
*Edited to say--We are both fine today--I don't know if it is preggo hormones that made me freak out about this last night or what, but thanks for letting me vent!