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Argument was nasty so I'm sparing ahat details I can. Lots of yelling and arguing, then he held me against the ground and strangled me. He's done stuff like this in the past but I've never gotten anyone involved. He called the cops himself, intending to get me removed from the house but obviously that backfired. We live on an airforce base so security forces came and interviewed us then they called the county cops. Someone from fap came and said the situation is pretty bad since strangulation was involved and they take that particularly seriously. I had to be interviewed by his leadership as well and was told I'd have to talk to them more down the road

He's being held at the county jail for 3 days while the police investigate him. I was told the army is opening an investigation alongside the county police and to expect a lot of people getting in contact with me.

But right now I'm wondering if he's going to get kicked out of of army. He's in the agr as an admin nco. His job is the only thing he cares about. Everyone kept telling me "it's not looking good" but wouldn't tell me what that meant. I'm extra clueless about military stuff and don't know who else to ask

I have a nine week old, he smiles and snuggles up to me. I know he's happy, but it kind of feels like I'm just like any other person in his life. He doesn't really like men (honestly I think it's the lack of boobs) but it seems like any woman is a good replacement for me. So how do I know he's actually bonding with ME?

I'm possibly the most uptight person alive, but my husband is extremely chill about everything. I keep seeing online that if you want your kids to be relaxed and outgoing you yourself have to be a chill person. I guess the idea is that if you're super anxious it rubs off on your baby and makes them anxious

I'm possibly the most uptight person alive, but my husband is extremely chill about everything. I keep seeing online that if you want your kids to be relaxed and outgoing you yourself have to be a chill person. I guess the idea is that if you're super anxious it rubs off on your baby and makes them anxious

Feeding 9 week old has always been a struggle, literally since his second bottle. He's never liked eating and once his reflux started he flat out hated it and would scream if we offered him a bottle. Now he's on medication and takes ar formula to help with the spit up and we have less issues with feeding specifically.

Now our problem is my baby's emotional state. If he's awake, he's crying. We get a couple minutes of smiles and then he's upset until he goes to sleep. I've kept him on a schedule of waking up to feed every 2 1/2 to 3 hours since he was 5 weeks old, but after seeing an extremely hard witching hour(s) my mom suggested that my baby might be overtired and that's why he cries all the time. So I didn't follow the schedule for a few days, I let him wake up whenever he wanted and he was happier but he only ate 20oz those days. He typically has 29-32oz in a day.

I'm kind of at a loss here. I really try to follow his lead on things since there's not much consistency at this age, but eating a whole 10-12oz less in a day feels so extreme to me. Do I really just let him sleep at the expense of his food intake? I thought he would be less sleepy by now and I'm feeling kind of down about it. It's like all he wants to do is sleep so I'm either putting him to sleep or waiting for him to wake up

My nine week old is currently taking half enfamil neuropro and half enfamil ar formula to manage his reflux. We've been trying to get him to take full ar formula since his spit up is only slightly better on the combination but it's so hard to get burps out of him and he ends up spitting up chunks. We use mylicon before every bottle and burp for 30 minutes, gas stretches every day and a bath to help relax his tummy so he poops. Is there anything else I can do?

The main culprit is my mother in law. At her house, she keeps a changing table in the living room (three grandkids in diapers currently, and not a lot of space so it's not that weird) but I stopped using it because she'd always follow me to watch me change my baby. I started going to another room and she'd sneak up behind me quietly and I wouldn't even notice she's there until I was done. I've started pretending I have to go to the bathroom or get something out of the car just to get some privacy with my baby.

My own mom is just as bad, even if she doesn't watch she has to comment on how cute my baby's butt is EVERY TIME. I KNOW it's cute, stop talking about it! She does the whole "momma doesn't want us to bond" when I tell her to stop following me and the baby. How, exactly, is watching a baby get their diaper changed a bonding moment?

But the worst ones are the men! They'll watch me change my baby just to comment on the size of his penis. HE'S NINE WEEKS OLD. And don't even get me started on the "he's a boob guy"-"ladies man" bullshit. Am I crazy or something? My husband doesn't even care, he actually thinks it's funny. It's not! There's nothing funny about going to another room to change my baby in private and then turning around to find a small group of people silently watching him!

Editing to add: not that it makes it better, but this isn't specific to my baby either when it comes to my in laws. Both of my sister in laws have babies and everyone does it to them too. My oldest sister in law even invited me to come watch me change her baby a few times before my own baby was born. I feel like it's just what my in laws do but I hate it regardless

My 9 week old is an amazing sleeper once he's asleep but actually getting him to sleep has been absolute hell. Some naps, I only have to hold him in my arms for a few minutes and he drifts off just fine. But most of the time, I'm doing intensive work for 45+ minutes to get him to sleep. It's especially bad when it's time for him to go to bed for the night since his witching hour starts at 7 and doesn't end until 11, but if he's not asleep by 1030 he'll be up until 1am. We start winding down at 8 to try to get him to sleep by 10, but it has never worked.

We go for a walk every night around 8pm, come home for a bath and massage and then I feed him. He likes the bath and settles for a bottle, but screams otherwise. So I spend 3+ hours rocking, walking, bouncing all while he scream cries until he's hoarse. I thought maybe I'm just putting him down too early, but if I let him stay up longer than an hour and a half he's inconsolable too. Eventually, after hours of thrashing and screaming he just passes out. Is this not just him crying himself to sleep? I feel like I'm doing CIO, just with him in my arms. But I seriously don't know what else to do.

He has reflux, we're treating it with medication and thickened formula. We give him gas drops with every bottle. We do gas massages every day at least twice a day, and a bath to help him poop. 30 minutes of burping and sitting upright after bottles. I don't know what else to do for him. Everyone keeps telling me it's gas, but what else can I do? Is this just how babies get to sleep at this age?

My family is moving to a new city next week so this is the last time I'll ever see this pediatrician, but I'm honestly feeling so embarrassed about this.

Today I took my baby in for his 2 month check up and vaccines, on my own. My husband is usually with us, but couldn't get out of work. I've always hated going to the pediatrician on my own because he always judges something about me. In our first appointment, he made fun of me for changing my baby "too often" and said I was wasting money on diapers. Then in the next appointment he scowled at me and said I left my baby in his diaper too long even though it had only been an hour and a half (because I was in the waiting room for over an hour and there's no bathroom to change him in). He told me I was dramatic for worrying about my baby's reflux and that "all babies have reflux" after I told him my baby was hospitalized for almost suffocating on his spit up. At my baby's first appointment with him, he asked me why I was wearing such a short skirt when I was 4 days postpartum. I could honestly go on.

But anyway, the appointment was going normally until he asked me what my husband does for work out of nowhere. I told him what it was and tried to explain since the title isn't very self explanatory, but he interrupted me and asked when I was putting my baby in daycare. I explained to him that my baby wasn't going to daycare because I'm a stay at home mom and he laughed at me and asked "are you serious". I didn't even know what to say so I just looked at him and he asked if staying at home was really the best use of my time. I just changed the subject to the vaccines my baby was getting and he asked me what research I've done into them. I said I read the pdfs they sent out about the vaccines but I didn't feel the need to "research" because I trusted the professionals to know what's best. He didn't even respond to that, just said bye to my baby and then the nurse came in to give my baby his shots.

It's been six hours since then and I'm still just so upset. I feel like I've been polite enough to him, I don't know what I've done to make him act like that. I know I'm kind of anxious about my baby's health and have gone in for two extra appointments, but the first one was after the hospitalization and the second one my baby turned out to have a yeast infection. I just don't know. My husband keeps telling me it's okay because we're not going back but I don't feel okay. The last few days with my baby have been SO hard and I feel like all I do is cry and manage his symptoms. We've read one book in the last week, that's the only activity I've been able to manage. We used to do all kinds of stuff and now I'm just so tired I can't get anything done. And then I get laughed at for staying home. I already felt like I was being judged for it but now I know for sure. Our family friends tell me it's so great and noble but I think they're just being nice. They all worked and raised 3+ babies. I can't even manage one.

Editing to add: I love staying home with my baby and I also respect working moms! I used to be an infant daycare teacher before becoming a sahm I always felt so lucky moms trusted me to take care of their babies. I don't want to make it seem like I think being a sahm is SO hard and working moms aren't going through it. I'm sure yall are also judged for working!

I tried to go grocery shopping with my 8 week old today. No big deal, he's a very mild tempered baby who loves sitting in his carrier and interacting with people. I shop with him all the time and it's never been a problem. Except, of course, today when he decided to scream for the entire time. I fed him, he puked it all back up. I put him to sleep, he suddenly hates his carrier and slept five minutes in it before screaming. Only thing that calmed him down? Sitting in the hot car with the ac off. I couldn't even drive us home, the car had to be still.

So we sat in the parking lot and I held him while he napped for an hour. But he woke up happy and smiling so I felt much better, he even let me put him in the carrier and I thought why don't I go get myself a nice dress? I've been feeling insecure and hating all of my clothes so a dress would be nice. He was happy the whole time shopping, but of course, I'm four sizes bigger than I was prepregnancy so I left hot and embarrassed after trying to force myself into a bunch of clothes that were too small.

But I don't have too much time to think about that because I'm struck by the fact that I'm moving in three days and my husband is deploying two weeks later. Who knows when he'll be home, if he'll be home? Cant think too much about that. So I have to get home and finish packing, which I couldn't do any earlier because my baby got sick and then I got sick, and then my cat ran away and I spent three whole days looking for her.

Well, I get home and my baby won't eat, he won't sleep, he won't settle no matter what I do. He loves unwinding in the bath so I try to give him one, that makes it worse. Skin to skin always works, but not today. Being in his carrier usually calms him down, but he hates it again and by this point his voice is hoarse and squeaky so I feel like a monster for putting him through all of this.

The swing helps for exactly 16 minutes and then he's screaming again. He cried in my arms for 45 minutes and I just want to put him down and run away forever. I can't, I can't put him down for even a minute because I believe too strongly in attachment parenting and I've convinced myself if he cries alone for even a second he'll be ruined. I want to cry, but if I'm not calm then how can he be calm? So I sit there straight faced until I remember that stupid still faced mother study and how it stressed those babies out when their moms wouldn't smile at them. I feel like a failed mom, I still can't cry. I try to smile and it makes me feel worse.

By some miracle, he falls asleep in my arms once I sit in the rocking chair. I can't rock him, he'll cry. But if I sit still he sleeps, so I just do that. I haven't packed anything. I have to move in three days. My car needs to be cleaned. Laundry needs to be done. But if I put him down I know what's going to happen. His witching hour begins soon. 7pm to 11pm every night. I know he's going to wake up upset, I'm just dreading it. And then I feel bad for dreading it because some moms will never see their baby wake up again. I'm sure they'd love to be in my position right now and I'm taking it for granted.

There's no winning. The day is over and I give up

I anticipated progress taking a lot longer, but man we really lucked out! Right from birth, my baby had a very difficult time eating and had a long list of symptoms starting in the first week of his life. Everyone kept telling us to wait and give it time, but he got worse and worse very quickly until he was hospitalized at 3 1/2 weeks after almost suffocating on his spit up. It was horrible and traumatic and he starting refusing to eat at all, seemingly afraid of his bottle and even pacifiers. If you even touched his face he would freak out really badly. It happened again only a week later and he was hospitalized again. My postpartum depression was completely out of control by this point.

We spent thousands looking for a solution between every bottle and nipple type we could get our hands on, probiotics and vitamins, doctors visits, formula, even going through diaper brands and sizes because my ppa convinced me his stomach was being constricted by his diapers and causing him problems. I didn't know how something that was so common in babies was genuinely driving me insane. But every feed was a fight and no one could get any sleep. I couldn't even eat for days on end because of the stress.

And then at seven weeks we finally, finally found just the right combination of things and it's been pure bliss ever since. I'm not going to say anything about products unless asked because I don't want to come off like I'm selling something, plus a 'solution' is heavily based on the individual and won't work for everyone.

The stress relief feels like a building has been lifted off of me. AND it was timed perfectly with the start of my baby's first social smiles so now I get all of the big gummy smiles on top of not having any more feeding issues. Even sleep has improved with my baby sleeping a seven hour stretch and then a five hour stretch every night, though I'm counting on that changing very soon and soaking it up while I can. I feel like I can actually start enjoying the newborn days, and am a little sad I was so stressed I can't remember the first month of my baby's life

I used to be big on running and now that I'm 8 weeks postpartum I'm really wanting to start again. The only problem is, my baby really doesn't like his stroller and wouldn't lie or sit in it long enough for me to run. He LOVES his carrier though (we have the momcozy structured carrier) and would spend all day in it if I let him. Is it possible to run while baby wearing? And if so, what carrier would be best for it? I'm worried about his head bouncing around too much since he's still so little

The first six weeks of my baby's life were, admittedly, some of the worst weeks of my life. He had a lot of difficulty eating that came down to horrible reflux, the wrong formula, and the wrong bottle. It's been two weeks since we changed everything up and he's SO much happier. He sleeps five hour stretches (on his own sometimes! He used to only be able to cosleep), he smiles, he looks at books and even makes a little sound that sounds like a laugh. I'm so, so in love with him and can't get enough! There are still hard days, we recently started experiencing the witching hour (really, four hours every night), which has been really hard on me especially since it breaks my heart to hear him cry.

But you know what... I want another baby. And soon. My husband and I were pretty firmly one and done before we got pregnant, I started to bend during my pregnancy since I couldn't fathom only getting pregnant once (even though I hated everything about being pregnant), and now we are absolutely sure #2 is coming we just don't know when. My husband was the first to admit he wanted another and I didnt feel it at first, but now I'm sure. I've never been a fan of short age gaps, I always said I'd have my babies at least 3 years apart, but how can I wait?

We're having our vow renewal next year and then buying a house the year after, so I think that's enough excitement to keep me distracted for the next couple of years. But I feel like I'm going to be dreaming about the next baby every day until then

First, I want to say I could never be upset at my husband for supporting a struggling friend. He has a big heart and I love him for it, I'm just struggling to wrap my head around everything.

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My husband's in the military, which unfortunately comes with high rates of suicide among his coworkers/friends. Yesterday, we found out that one of his friends had taken his life and it really rocked my husband's friend group. Particularly one friend who lives a state away, a very close friend to us both. His wife is away for work and reached out to my husband asking if we'd come see him, unfortunately we couldn't make it out of town but he's going to make the trip to stay with us for the duration of his wife's work trip.

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I'm happy to have him, I really am. But our baby is seven weeks old and we've been battling some really horrible feeding issues. He also began having his witching hour (really 4 hours) and is totally inconsolable for hours every night, he'll barely even eat and just screams for hours no matter what we do. I'm so incredibly anxious about hosting anyone in our home, let alone a friend who's grieving.

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I'm scared my baby will be more stressed with company around (he gets horribly over stimulated in just a few hours around anyone but me and his dad), I'm scared our friend won't be able to grieve properly with the chaos of a newborn, I'm scared my husband doesn't have the space to process what's happened to his friend. I'm scared for myself, my ppd has only just started getting better. I feel like this is not going to be the stress-relieving trip everyone else thinks it's going to be, but I can't imagine our friend grieving all alone.

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I really just need to rant. I can't imagine saying any of this to someone in our lives

I honestly don't know what flair to use, I'm feeling all the emotions right now. My baby is seven weeks and three days, it's 6am and I just realized just how much he's grown. I developed preeclampsia while pregnant and had to be induced at 37 weeks, he was born tiny and couldn't even fit preemie clothes. I used to tie knots in the legs so he wasn't swimming in fabric. I had to sew him special hats because his head was so small. A pacifier took up half of his face, some of them were so big his eyes got covered.

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But this morning he woke me up and as I'm feeding him I realize... he's HUGE. He lost his newborn face, he looks like a little boy. His arms are so long. He barely curls his back anymore. He can't stretch out on my chest anymore, his legs are too long. I swear it happened overnight. I tried to put him in the first sleeper he wore last night and I couldn't even fit his feet in. I thought I must've shrunk it, but no he's just a big boy now.

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I'm honestly so unwell. My husband and I were talking about when we'd like to start trying for a second baby the other night and I kept telling him we have so much more time with our baby. It really doesn't feel like it anymore. I know logically we're not even past the newborn days, but God this stings like hell. How did I not notice? He always felt so small until today

My seven week old is drinking half enfamil neuropro and half enfamil ar to help with his reflux. We've been transitioning him from the neuropro to ar for a week now and his milk intake has gone down, from an average of 35oz to 25oz, and he's becoming more difficult to feed. I feel like the ar formula has lessened his spit up, but now he takes nearly an hour to finish 3oz. I'm worried he's going to start losing weight soon