This past weekend we went up to Chris' parents house. With all of his family. There was a lot of us. And due to people logistics, we couldn't sleep close together. Moyz got the laundry room, and Kembia the space under the stairs.
When I placed Moyz in his pack n' play and walked away he went ballistic. I mean the kind of frantic screaming I haven't heard in quite awhile. I immediately went back in to calm him down and lay him down again and whisper nice things to him. The minute I walked away the screaming again. He climbed out of the pack n' play and fell onto the cement floor. After about 5 minutes of soothing/going back in, I decided to let him scream it out.
It was kind of a big moment for me. We have let him scream it out at home, but this was in a much more unfamiliar place with a lot of people that he knows, but doesn't necessarily see regularly. I went upstairs and was talking with my sister in law and trying to ignore his pleading cries.
Of course all sorts of terrible attachment stuff was going through my brain- I was setting him back to when we first got home, he was going to feel abandoned, he would mentally change and start peeing/pooping on the walls because he couldn't handle family. Basically the worst-case attachment scenarios I had read all about were running through my mind.
And then he fell asleep.
The next day, normal as ever. No changes in behavior, nothing. Just my sweet, crazy energy little boy. It was a good moment for me. He's come a long way.