Noah started crawling (and standing) a few weeks ago. At first, I thought it was cute (well, it still is), but very quickly I realized just how dangerous EVERYTHING is.
Don’t get me wrong, we baby-proofed the place, but corners on furniture seem sharper.
Drawers seem like death traps.
Carpet just isn’t soft enough.
And by gosh, STAIRS, STAIRS, STAIRS!
Every time he’d try to pull himself up, I was hovering to catch him. When he’d get close to, well, ANYTHING, my hand (foot, body and/or pillow) would be thrown against the offending object to protect him.
I think some of the incessant worry churning in the back of our brains is normal. However, the constant “what ifs” need to stop!
What if he bounces into the top of the table? What if he face plants into the basket? What if he bites a sharp spot on the (very baby-approved) toy and his mouth starts bleeding? What if he crawls at super-sonic speed, out of my reach, twenty feet away and around the corner and tumbles down the stairs? What if … What if … WHAT IF?!?!?!
There’s not a chill pill big enough to help this.
I understand that things will happen, and most of the little things I won’t be able to prevent. Boys will be boys, and babies will be babies, after all.
While my overloaded brain is racing a million thoughts a second, my awesome outward self doesn’t project the anxiety I feel. Noah is still blissfully unaware that his mommy is (a little) crazy, and I like it that way.
What’s your biggest *little* fear as a parent? (as if any of them are little)