Everyone has that gut feeling sometimes. We all possess an intuition that cannot be explained. It’s a feeling, a hunch, and an inkling. Once you have a child, that sense of knowing multiplies. What I’ve learned is that you shouldn’t ignore that little voice (in most cases).
I can’t say that I’m an expert on this subject. I think I got an extra dose of mother’s intuition during delivery and I haven’t been able to shake it. I’m a little extreme. Case in point, a few weeks ago I was home alone with my little ones and they were already in bed. I was downstairs and heard a very loud banging noise from above. Wishing my hubby were present to check on the situation, I stayed on the couch thinking of all the things it could have been. I started out thinking of rational things that could have happened: Did some of the bath toys fall in the tub? Did a book fall out of my daughter’s crib?
And then my inner voice went to the bad place: What if a picture on my son’s wall just fell and landed on his head? Or maybe someone climbed up to the second floor, came into my daughter’s room and took her? The what if’s were driving me crazy. I went upstairs. Guess what? Both of my kids were sleeping soundly in their beds and the loud noise turned out to be a bunch of wooden blocks that fell over and hit the wall. Guess my mama intuition was a little off on that particular night.
In the grand scheme of things, mamas are usually spot on. A few nights ago, my daughter began a trend of waking up and screaming in the middle of the night. This is abnormal behavior for her, but I thought that perhaps it was because she had a little cold and her congestion was bothering her. But, then she started crying right before we’d put her to bed. Yesterday, she wouldn’t even take a nap.
I told my husband that something wasn’t right. There had to be something bothering her. He shrugged it off saying that she was going through a phase.
“Let her cry…she’ll be fine,” he said, with a slight rolling of the eyes.
Late last night the crying started again. I went upstairs to brush my teeth and I could hear her wailing in her room. I couldn’t take it anymore. She doesn’t just do this, I thought to myself. When I entered her room, she looked panicked and scared. I took her in my arms and she put her head on my shoulder. As I sat with her, she smiled at me and even laughed a few times. Sometimes you just need your Mommy near, right?
The next day we visited the doctor and discovered that she had an ear infection. I felt vindicated. Mama knows her babies and should always trust her instincts.
Well, unless it involves crazy people entering your house on a rope through the second story. That won’t happen, right??