Casey, regarding your experience at the dentist office, I just want you to know that anyone with a shred of compassion would have seen a young woman who was doing the very best she could in an overwhelming situation. The receptionist should have helped you. Someone should have helped you. Every person in that office who got themselves worked up about a screaming baby should have been looking for ways to help, rather than making you feel like shit. They failed you.
One of my children did nothing but scream for his first year. We never made it through a meal at a restaurant (I spent my birthday dinner sitting in the car with him, both of us sobbing), we couldn't get through a mall, we couldn't do anything as a family. And I wasn't a single mom, and he wasn't my first child. Every night, I dreamed about throwing him out a window, or throwing both of us out a window, or holding a pillow over his head to shut him up.
Everywhere we went, I felt judged. I felt like the world's worst mother. But I wasn't. My son cried because he cried. It was nothing that I was doing. Just as your baby will cry, and so many other babies will cry.
One day, an older and wiser woman told me that the hardest babies always turn out to be the best kids. I held onto that thought like a life preserver and I think it saved my sanity. I don't know if it's true, but my son is a treasure. I just thought that might encourage you, even if just a bit. You're the very best mother that you can be, and that's good enough. Don't let anyone tell you any different. ((((Casey))))