The Truth about why I am afraid to have children
By, Whitney Zufelt
Once upon a time, I was a teenager. Before I drove a green chevy blazer... before I dated the quarterback of the football team... before I was caught on camera grabbing my boob (?) which is forever in the year book of 2005 (yeah all my HS friends please don't go looking that up)... before my awkward "I'm going to fasten my belt on the side so you don't see the front of my buckle" phase... I was a babysitter. And I was a dang good baby sitter (toot toot goes my own horn for a second). There never was a weekend I wasn't busy with 2 or 3 baby sitting jobs. My mom even put me into a "babysitting" class at the college she worked at. And then came "The Incident" as I now like to call it.
I got called to babysit these two cute little boys... One of them was 3... the other... probably around 6-8 weeks old. I adored this family and of course accepted without hesitation. I arrived at the appointed hour, assured the family I had everything under control, and set about to throw down my best babysitting skills. And oh what fun those boys were! Playing games, making goo goo sounds to the baby, getting my fair share of apple juice. And then... it happened. The screaming. Oh no not by the 3 year old. By the baby. No big deal right? He probably is just hungry. Nope... not hungry. Ok... maybe he needs to be changed? Nope... doesn't need to be changed. Alright... maybe he is sleepy? Who doesn't like to be rocked and sang to? Apparently this kid. Sheesh... ok... let's try making him laugh? No? No laughing? What about a nice fluffy blanket? Nada. Um... ok there is lavender lotion and a good soothing CD in the baby's room... let's try that? Nothing. So I did what any sensible person would do after 2+ hours of nonstop screaming. I called mom. By this point both baby and I are crying and the 3 year old keeps saying, "The baby is crying... you are crying." Luckily the 3 year old didn't cry at all - he was happy as a clam watching Disney movies. My mom's advice? "Whitney some babies just cry." And that was it. I was left to my own devices for 5 hours. And the baby cried the entire time. I don't remember ever being more thankful that a babysitting job was over.
That was the very last time I ever babysat.
I saw this kid and his family before moving to which his mother said to the little boy (who is now at least 8 or 9), "She used to babysit you! And you cried the entire time! Isn't that funny!?"
I suppose it is quite funny... but honestly... it was traumatizing.
What if my child is a crier!???? What if I can't make it stop crying!????
And that is the truth as to why I am afraid of having kids.