Child Attachment Expert: We're Stressing Newborns & It's Causing ADHD! Hidden Dangers Of Daycare!

I gave up a career and 20 years of working to be a SAHM. People say I had the "luxury" of staying home, but my husband and I gave up a lot of potential income and all the trappings that brings. It's the hardest job I've ever had. But it was worth every dollar I never earned. They're healthy, happy, well-adjusted, and ready to be adults who contribute to a better society. I couldn't ask for more.

As a mom it became extremely clear to me that I was one hundred percent replaceable in every environment EXCEPT FOR…my home. ♥️👶🏼👧🏼👦🏼

I can’t even watch this because the grief I feel about being brainwashed that I had to keep my career after having my babies is too much! If anyone else reads this - the first 10 years go in a flash!! I was a nurse, so I paid for someone to care for my babies while I cared for others who I can’t even remember now. If you can be a stay at home mum please consider it - before you know it they are teenagers and you can never get those days back 😢

I only started listening to this, but from what I understand this confirms that motherhood and mothering as a job should be highly appreciated by society and first and foremost by the father of the children.

Wow. "Children need you when they need you, not when you are personally available." May we always be there when our children need us!

The society is not just lying about child care, it is forcing parents to have two incomes just to survive.

The biggest crime against humanity is forcing mothers to work. And making fun of stay at home moms.

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I’m 75 yrs and when I had my two children in the 70s you worked till you were 6mths pregnant and you stayed at home until the children went to school. Life was good and you didn’t feel you had to go back to work while they were little, mummy was always there for them. We didn’t have much money but the expectations were lower as long as the bills were paid and food on the table.

I listened in tears, because I didn’t hear these things from others — I lived through them myself. We enrolled our 1.5-year-old daughter in daycare. Some of my older neighbors repeatedly told me not to do it, but I didn’t listen. My daughter, who used to entertain herself while I was busy at home, greet people in unfamiliar environments, and eagerly want to play with other children, suddenly became completely attached to me. Every morning I dropped her off at daycare and picked her up a few hours later. At home, she cried constantly and seemed deeply unsettled. Everyone kept telling me that I just needed to wait. So I waited. Her eating habits, sleep routine, and enthusiasm for play completely changed. She wouldn’t even let me go to the bathroom alone for a second. She only calmed down when I held her in my arms, and carrying that emotional weight for the rest of the day was incredibly exhausting. When I talked about these changes, my mother and the daycare staff told me that everything was normal, that I was exaggerating, and that she would adjust over time. But my daughter became increasingly distressed. One night, she even cried in her sleep while calling out the names of her daycare teachers. I couldn’t bear it anymore. The next morning, I spoke to the director. Nervously, she scheduled another meeting and sent me away. I left there in tears and went straight to the youth welfare office to say that I was withdrawing my daughter from daycare. A few days later, my husband and I attended the meeting. The daycare administration told us that we should remove our daughter from daycare. When I asked, “Why did you keep telling me this was normal when I repeatedly explained what was happening to her?” they told me that the reason for all of this was me. According to them, breastfeeding my daughter for longer than six months, sleeping with her, playing with her, and even cleaning the house together had made her overly dependent on me. I was the problem. For three years, I blamed myself. Until after my son was born, when a postpartum midwife visited our home and I told her everything we had experienced. Shocked, she asked me three simple questions: “Were you not supposed to breastfeed your daughter?” “How could playing with your daughter possibly harm her?” “What could sleeping beside your daughter have done, other than make both of you feel safe and happy?” The postpartum period is a complete storm for a woman — especially after a first birth. Trying to care, alone and around the clock, for a tiny human being who depends entirely on your attention and care is not easy. Especially in the way modern life is structured today. We are no longer surrounded by large extended families, and for many of us, the first real encounter with babies happens only when we become mothers ourselves. Until then, we are responsible only for ourselves. So of course we feel fear, exhaustion, anger, and burnout in the face of such a life-changing experience. And when returning to work becomes necessary, everything becomes even more complicated. Returning to work before the mother-baby bond has had the chance to fully grow under the difficult conditions of postpartum life can interrupt the slow and natural development of positive emotions and connection. I was angry with my daughter. I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and resentful. But as she grew, and as I learned how to be a mother, the bond between us became stronger. My anger faded, my resilience grew, and inside my heart, a quiet tree began to take root and grow for her. But that was only possible because we had time together. Returning to work while still struggling through postpartum exhaustion, fear, and emotional turmoil often forces women to skip over the very space where healing and loving connection slowly begin to grow. After all, unripe grapes turn into wine only with time.