When do you know you're raising your kid wrong through travel?

John and the group are up and gone well before us, but I wake up

Oscar in the middle of the night again for meds and for breakfast so that I don’t have to miss out on food again.  He gets up and comes down with me, but won’t eat anything on the menu of course.  The kid has not been eating for days at this point and he’ll probably lose 10 lbs on this trip.  I’ll lose nothing of course.  Give me a second for a parenthood rant because, again, I didn’t get to spend any time outside of my hotel room really.  We spent the morning napping,

 taking meds and watching videos, reading books.  I have to say that the ability to check out 5 books from my library at home, put them on the ipad, return them and check out 5 more repeatedly saved me today.  How amazing and wonderful is that ability?  Now, the rant.  On the taxi ride to the hospital when I’m worried out of my mind, I think to myself, why did I deny him candy today?  If we make it out of this, I’m giving him candy when he wants it.  That night, when he was uncomfortable, I put him in bed with us (which we have always avoided doing) and think to myself, this is how it begins.  We’ve had a scare and now I’m going to cosset him and make a brat out of my child.  Because the fear will always be there.  The next day, I take care of him and take his temp repeatedly, dose him all the time, candy every time he takes medicine.  Then we get to the boat and he wants ice cream.  I 

Delftware shoes on a lady at a cafe

get two different kinds of vanilla that he would want and then he doesn’t want it.  I just spent 6 euros for this ice cream and he won’t even try it.  When I’m trying to induce him to give it a try crouched down by the stroller, he upends the ice cream on me and that’s it.  The fear and the ability to let him get away with things is gone.  John hears him crying because I used “mommy voice” on him about throwing food and comes and offers him Pringles and I say, “no, he said he wanted ice cream and didn’t eat it, he doesn’t get chips if he wants them now”.  Oscar proceeds to cry periodically until daddy finally gives him chips 30 minutes

 later.  So, I guess it’s not in my makeup to be the parent that is going to give in regardless of the scare.   He recovered because he is never really scared of mommy voice for long and when we went past the Eiffel tower, kept saying, there’s the “Eiffel Tower”.  We had told him we were coming to see it and he remembered this. He is also talking about Instagram and Amsterdam as interchangeable and the last place we visit and I’m pretty sure that my 3 year old is becoming a little too worldly before my eyes.