I Don’t Control My Kid and Live for Myself but Everyone Thinks I Am a Bad Mother

Living in a neighborhood often requires a shared daily life filled with joy, connection, and sometimes challenges. One of the most challenging situations a community might face is the persistent crying of a neighbor’s baby. What might initially seem like a simple disturbance can quickly evolve into a complex emotional and communal predicament, testing the patience and empathy of everyone involved. And this is exactly what happened in today’s story.
I live next door to new tenants who moved in six months ago, and they have a toddler 2-3 years in age.
He shrieks at all times of the day and throws a tantrum several times a day. I work from home three days a week. Having multiple instances of managers/clients asking why a child is crying has become a regular occurrence. Over the weekend, I met my neighbor upstairs, and she asked me if I, too, woke up early in shock. (Context: Last Saturday, the building woke up at 5:45 in the morning because the child was screaming, and it went on for 20 minutes.)
The child is healthy. I regularly see him in the play area and on the street. The mother is a stay-at-home mom. The child is well looked after. He looks about three years old and goes to a play school in the mornings. But hasn’t been going this week.
Now, on to what happened today: I’m working on something critical while handing off my responsibilities due to a transition and have back-to-back calls. Over 4 hours, I had to keep pausing my call. At one point, an important client (in another continent) asked me if I needed to be excused from caring for my child and if I should reschedule the call. Another person on the call said, “We should not neglect a child because our call is running long.” I apologized and informed them that that was my neighbor’s child. They mentioned how it sounds like it’s happening in my house.
After the call ended, I went out to the balcony and, in a very respectful way, asked the mother if the child was unwell. She didn’t like it and asked why. I asked again if the baby was unwell, and she said no. She mentioned she took away something he was trying to eat, and that’s why he was crying. I explained what happened on my calls, and she snapped, saying, “He’s a baby. What do you expect?”
I asked her if I didn’t talk to the child’s mother, who else do I speak to? I completely understand the challenges of being a mother, and I’m sure it’s overwhelming. But it happens so often and is not letting me focus. She started crying.
Am I a bad person?
As we navigate the complexities of communal living, we need to embrace the challenges as opportunities for collective growth and solidarity. Let us extend a helping hand to those in need, foster open communication, and create a nurturing space where empathy thrives.