I’m a Mommy Sandwich. I have 2 one year old girls straddling each of my legs. Mouths are open like little birds chanting “ma-ma-ma” as they both bounce and push to get closer to Mommy. Oh-how-wonderful, and oh-how-sweet-it- is. Oh, am I ever going to get anything done?
Separation Anxiety. Our Married With Twins family embarked on an 8 hour road trip to visit our Texas family for Thanksgiving. I needed to start packing early, so I asked my mom, a.k.a Lola, to babysit the girls while I pack. Once I pried them from my legs and left the room, I had to hide from the girls. If they saw me, they erupted into tears if I wasn’t headed their way.
Lola herded the girls to the living room as I discreetly roamed the back bedrooms packing. I grabbed my handy packing list and started loading our suitcase. The sounds of “ma-ma-ma-ma” drifted through the walls. I must confess, I only lasted 30 minutes, then I headed back to the living room to play with my girls.
Ah, into the arms of babes I come.
I read on Baby Center that separation anxiety begins at 10 months and can continue all the way to 2 years of age. Dear Lord, please say it will end soon.
Question: Got any tips to survive your baby’s separation anxiety?