u/sadladwitharaddad

So! I am the oldest child but I do not have children! My brother and my sister both have had children within the past year. My brother lives close but my sister lives two states away. Anyway, My sister has a son, and we'll call him Jimmy(7 mo). We'll call my sister Emily. My brother has a daughter but they aren't very relevant outside of the fact that they exist.

So, Emily is a bit obsessed with numbers. She obsesses over her child's progress, to the point where she tries to enforce milestones on him early (like eating solid food before it was recommended) and she constantly asks the group chat why her son seems to be so frustrated during tummy time. But it's like she's training a baby athlete. And she makes it a point to bring up how much better her baby is doing in her eyes compared to my brother's daughter, who is three months older.

Emily and Jimmy came down to stay at my mom's during our youngest sister's wedding.

First impression of Jimmy was that he was a baby who could NOT be consoled! And Emily made it clear that he couldn't be. Every time he cried she would basically cry too and say she wished she didn't have him or that someone would take him, and then she would cover him with her own body and try to soothe him. She says he can only sleep for twenty minutes at a time and has severe intestinal distress and can only poop every three days.

After the wedding, Emily wanted to help our youngest sister clean up so I was asked to babysit Jimmy. I have plenty of experience babysitting my niece so I assured Emily that we'd be fine. She warned me and said "Okay but he might cry the entire time you know..." And I let her know I could handle it.

Reader... That baby did not cry. I have no idea what I did differently from my sister, Emily, but he smiled and giggled and played with me. I gave him his formula, changed his diaper, and laid him down for naps. He cried one time in the seven hour period I had him. He and I bonded so much that even though he can't really crawl he scooted over to me at one point and laid his head on my lap and fell asleep(to which I then promptly laid him in his travel crib so it wouldn't hurt his neck).

When my sister came back, apparently I did everything wrong.

I excitedly say, "Look, he drank three bottles and got halfway through a forth!" Emily then informs me that I shouldn't have allowed him to consume that much over the day. That it isn't healthy. She then asked me when the last time I fed him was because he seemed hungry. I had fed him thirty minutes prior.

I also changed his diaper twice. Once because it was needed and once for general sanitary reasons. She got angry with me and said I should've changed it every two hours. I apologized and told her I made the decision based off of personal research on the net and she told me she finally freed him of his diaper rash and now it was going to come back because of me.

She got upset that our mom didn't have a bottle warmer. Why would she have one???

The last thing that she got upset over was that I laid a towel out to change her son's diaper. She asked why I didn't just keep him on the blanket I left out, and I told her to prevent potential pee or poop getting on his makeshift playmat. And then she asked why I didn't just put him on the floor then and I told her because it would've been unsanitary and I know that's important to her. She then said that changing a diaper takes less than a minute and I should've just kept his legs from touching the floor. I told her that germs can still get on his clothing.

On top of that she didn't believe the story of him laying on me because it never happened to her and she doesn't believe that he didn't cry or that he took two 35 minute naps and one 1 hour nap. I think she's upset that her baby likes me but I got so angry that I just said I was tired and left. But honestly did I do wrong here? The baby seemed genuinely happy the whole time but maybe I was being too ignorant or something. What do y'all think?

Edit: I definitely hear y'all talking about my sister potentially having some ppd and it's actually something we've mentioned quietly among some family members. I'll have a heart to heart with her soon since this seems to be the potential issue. But thank y'all so far for your comments and advice

I started working at a semi nice little restaurant somewhat popular in middle Tennessee a few weeks ago. Every Monday a man comes by to spray down everything and we have to cover a lot of the equipment with plastic bags. I thought it was preventative work until I finally saw that the place is crawling with cockroaches. One was even crawling across my neck and I found several crawling over the cast iron skillets i have to use to cook. I've NEVER experienced this before in a place of work!!!

I just feel guilty because obviously our patrons don't know about it and it almost feels wrong to cook their food on equipment that is infested with insects. I was basically told not to talk about it or ask questions but idk. Is this okay? Or is it something that should honestly be reported?

I work in a factory. I've worked in other factories before. I don't want to say the brand name but I work in a department that makes those little snack crackers you get from the store.

My job is to inspect these crackers as they shuffle down a narrow line. Easy enough. Right? I thought so at first. But once my training was up and I was on my own, it became unbearable. There isn't even room to think. You are in charge of watching 16 thin conveyors of crackers and are constantly adjusting them- your hand does NOT stop- and picking out defects. And on top of that, you have to watch the beginning of the line while doing this to make sure there aren't any build ups from crackers getting lodged in the worst places. And when that happens, oh man you better be quick on your toes or else it basically becomes crackergeddon.

Basically, I am in a constant fight or flight mode at my job, don't even have time to say hello to a passing coworker. I become braindead from just blanking out and counting the conveyors and then checking the beginning of the line. I wish I could find a good way to describe just how intense this job is.

THIS IS WHERE THE TRAUMA IS SUSPECTED- I am now unable to sleep because I am waking up frequently and just seeing the machines in my room and convincing myself that it is indeed a hallucination. At the very least I still know that I'm in bed. But I can see those machines and conveyors and feel this intense fear and anxiety I've never felt from any job before. I don't even know who my wife is when I first wake up because she isn't part of the job.

I've never ever ever experienced this before from a job. Dreaming about work, sure. But being afraid and hallucinating??? Absolutely not. The problem is, this job pays really well and has good insurance. I'm not sure how to help myself. Does anyone know how to deal with these situations? Or would it be best to quit and find something else?

Just in case someone has an opinion on this- I'm not afraid to work. I like working. I've worked in intense, fast jobs like being a cook at a busy restaurant. This is so much worse.