I’m Sarah and I’m almost 15. My paternal grandma is 68 and, up until recently, has been very good to me. My cousin is 13 and we’re very close, but exact opposites. My cousin’s tall, brown hair, designer clothes and pop music, I’m small, blonde and purple hair, black/bright clothes and metal/rock music. She’s been described as very spoiled, but sometimes a nice person, whereas I’m apparently unspoiled and too nice for my own good, as I’ve been told.

My nan’s always had a bit of a soft spot for the cousin, because her father’s richer than mine. However, she’s started to take out her temper on me and makes me feel rubbish every time I visit her on Wednesdays on Saturdays. For example:

Nan: Sarah, I hate your hair. It’s horrible. The blonde is nice, but that purple is too bright. It’s too short and your hair’s all over your face. I hate your hair.
Me: I see.
Nan: Why can’t your hair be more like ____’s? ____’s just washed hers.
Cousin: Actually, I washed it five days ago.
Nan: But it’s still nicer than Sarah’s.

I was asked to attend a sleepover with one of my best friends. My nan insisted my mother would let me go, only I was supposed to be at my friend’s house twenty minutes later, and that’s too short notice. My mother told me this and I agreed. I told my nan, and…

Nan: No wonder you’ve got no friends.
Me: That’s not a very nice thing to say.
Nan: But it’s true. You have no friends. Why can’t you be more like ____? ____ has friends.
Me: I do have friends. Lots of friends. (It’s true, I’m quite popular.)
Nan: But they’re not real friends, you have no friends and no one likes you.
Me: That’s mean.
Nan: Don’t you dare talk to me like that! You should respect your elders!

I got really upset, sought out my mother, my boyfriend of six months and several other friends for comfort, and went out on Saturdays rather than going to see her. One Wednesday, I decided that I had to be mature and go round. My two year old half cousin comes round on Wednesdays and I like her, so that was the main reason I was going – I didn’t want to let her down. In the car on the way to my nan’s, my nan was humming, so I stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt her.

Nan: For God’s sake, haven’t you got anything to say?
Me: I didn’t want to interrupt.
Nan: Such a miserable, spoilt child.

We got into her house and I noticed the two-year-old half cousin wasn’t there, but I didn’t ask in case her granddad, my nan’s boyfriend, had taken her out.

Nan: Aren’t you going to ask where ___ is or don’t you care?
Me: Oh, yeah, where’s ___?
Nan: Nevermind, you don’t care, you spoilt teenage brat.

Once again, I was upset. I didn’t go round her house for a few weeks until yesterday.

I noticed that my nan would always bring my cousin sweets and then never ask me if I would like any. She then lifted up a chocolate egg and said:
Nan: Sarah, this is for __ (baby) from you. You bought it for her.
Me: No I didn’t.
Nan: Yes, you did. I’m going to give it to her and pretend you gave it to her because you’re too damn selfish to buy her one. You wouldn’t have bought her one.
Me: I wouldn’t. She’s not even allowed chocolate, her parents say.
Nan: Like I said, you’re selfish and spoiled.

I started crying in the company of my cousin and she gave me a hug. I’d told her that my nan always treats me second best and stereotypes me as a moody teen when I’m not, and my cousin told me that she’d just noticed it too and said I needed to talk to her. At that moment, my nan walks in.

Nan: Sarah, what are you crying for? You’re so miserable.
Me: I wonder why.
I’m never normally that sarcastic, but she was really annoying me.

Later, she took me home and said to my loving mother:

Nan: I don’t know what the hell’s up with Sarah over the past few weeks, she’s so moody and bratty it’s unbelievable. Sort her out (mum’s name.)

My mum’s never really liked my nan and decided to talk to me after my nan left.

Mum: What’s the matter? I know you’re not a brat, you never have been. What’s happened?
I explained what had happened and my mum hugged me and insisted I not go round there again. She wants to talk to my nan, but I don’t want my nan getting upset over it.

What have I done wrong? How can I make her like me?

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I’m Sarah and I’m almost 15. My paternal grandma is 68 and, up until recently, has been very good to me. My cousin is 13 and we’re very close, but exact opposites. My cousin’s tall, brown hair, designer clothes and pop music, I’m small, blonde and purple hair, black/bright clothes and metal/rock music. She’s been described as very spoiled, but sometimes a nice person, whereas I’m apparently unspoiled and too nice for my own good, as I’ve been told.

My nan’s always had a bit of a soft spot for the cousin, because her father’s richer than mine. However, she’s started to take out her temper on me and makes me feel rubbish every time I visit her on Wednesdays on Saturdays. For example:

Nan: Sarah, I hate your hair. It’s horrible. The blonde is nice, but that purple is too bright. It’s too short and your hair’s all over your face. I hate your hair.
Me: I see.
Nan: Why can’t your hair be more like ____’s? ____’s just washed hers.
Cousin: Actually, I washed it five days ago.
Nan: But it’s still nicer than Sarah’s.

I was asked to attend a sleepover with one of my best friends. My nan insisted my mother would let me go, only I was supposed to be at my friend’s house twenty minutes later, and that’s too short notice. My mother told me this and I agreed. I told my nan, and…

Nan: No wonder you’ve got no friends.
Me: That’s not a very nice thing to say.
Nan: But it’s true. You have no friends. Why can’t you be more like ____? ____ has friends.
Me: I do have friends. Lots of friends. (It’s true, I’m quite popular.)
Nan: But they’re not real friends, you have no friends and no one likes you.
Me: That’s mean.
Nan: Don’t you dare talk to me like that! You should respect your elders!

I got really upset, sought out my mother, my boyfriend of six months and several other friends for comfort, and went out on Saturdays rather than going to see her. One Wednesday, I decided that I had to be mature and go round. My two year old half cousin comes round on Wednesdays and I like her, so that was the main reason I was going – I didn’t want to let her down. In the car on the way to my nan’s, my nan was humming, so I stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt her.

Nan: For God’s sake, haven’t you got anything to say?
Me: I didn’t want to interrupt.
Nan: Such a miserable, spoilt child.

We got into her house and I noticed the two-year-old half cousin wasn’t there, but I didn’t ask in case her granddad, my nan’s boyfriend, had taken her out.

Nan: Aren’t you going to ask where ___ is or don’t you care?
Me: Oh, yeah, where’s ___?
Nan: Nevermind, you don’t care, you spoilt teenage brat.

Once again, I was upset. I didn’t go round her house for a few weeks until yesterday.

I noticed that my nan would always bring my cousin sweets and then never ask me if I would like any. She then lifted up a chocolate egg and said:
Nan: Sarah, this is for __ (baby) from you. You bought it for her.
Me: No I didn’t.
Nan: Yes, you did. I’m going to give it to her and pretend you gave it to her because you’re too damn selfish to buy her one. You wouldn’t have bought her one.
Me: I wouldn’t. She’s not even allowed chocolate, her parents say.
Nan: Like I said, you’re selfish and spoiled.

I started crying in the company of my cousin and she gave me a hug. I’d told her that my nan always treats me second best and stereotypes me as a moody teen when I’m not, and my cousin told me that she’d just noticed it too and said I needed to talk to her. At that moment, my nan walks in.

Nan: Sarah, what are you crying for? You’re so miserable.
Me: I wonder why.
I’m never normally that sarcastic, but she was really annoying me.

Later, she took me home and said to my loving mother:

Nan: I don’t know what the hell’s up with Sarah over the past few weeks, she’s so moody and bratty it’s unbelievable. Sort her out (mum’s name.)

My mum’s never really liked my nan and decided to talk to me after my nan left.

Mum: What’s the matter? I know you’re not a brat, you never have been. What’s happened?
I explained what had happened and my mum hugged me and insisted I not go round there again. She wants to talk to my nan, but I don’t want my nan getting upset over it.

What have I done wrong? How can I make her like me?

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I was bathing her and then trying to wash her hair and she jerked away very quickly from me and her head almost hit the infant tub so I had to catch the back of it fast but while I was trying to sit her up,I kind of was pressing my fingers against the back of her head I am worried I might have pressed on the back part of her soft spot!!?? she didnt cry though, does that mean I didnt press it too hard? also I was washing the front of her head and it got too much soap so I was pressing the washcloth against her forehead where her soft spot is, is that okay?
o0h shes only 6 wks

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I have a 7 w/o infant. She has been bathing in the kitchen sink on a bath ramp. For the past few weeks, she has been screaming when I bathe her, but I figured it was because she didn’t like the bath or I got water in her ears (which I have been hypervigilant about avoiding). However, DH was watching me bathe her the other day and he noticed that when she pushes out with her feet on one side of the sink, the top of her head (the soft spot) hits the other side. When he held her head, she stopped crying. I feel HORRIBLE. I only bathe her 1- 2x/ week, and this has probably happened 5x, at the MOST (since she has gotten longer). This might sound stupid, but do you think I have done irrepairable damage to her brain? I pray that there is a protective covering beneath the soft spot. She spits up after her bath, but I don’t know if it is because of the crying or brain damage. Her pupils are still equal and she has started to smile and coo. Thanks!

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I’m not too familiar with premies, but I have a child in my room at the daycare I work at. He is 14 months old, size 3-6 month clothes are baggy on him, his soft spot is about the size of the top of a soda can and it is sunken in a pretty good bit. He crawls and pulls himself up but when assisted to walk he stiffens himself up to where he is very rigid and wont move anything. Is this normal for infants this age and being premature, or is there something wrong.

Also the childs physican has stated that he is normal size for his age group and that he has no medical problems at all when the child has sever exemia.
He was a month premature
Per talking to another relative of the child that comes to the center. The parents put regular baby lotion on his skin and it does nothing for it. I have asked the parents question about this child and they seem very distant, the only thing I have obtained from them is that he will be on formula until he is two years old.

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