My aunt gave me a copy of the June issue of Parents magazine. In it, there's a huge article with 3 different stories about people accidentally leaving their infants in hot cars. In one story, the parent thought they dropped their baby off at the sitter when they in fact left them in the back seat for the entire work day. It's this absentminded crap that makes me full on panic about having a baby. I'm high anxiety to begin with, full of worries about being a bad mom, and now I have one more what-if scenario in my head. I know there have to be more FTMs (even STMs) that are just as scared as I am. How do you talk yourselves down?
Re: Fears - I need to stop reading things!
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I always try to look back and see if my boys are in the car (or out of the car, depending). I find myself sometimes wondering if we left someone back at home! Especially on the rare occasions when one of them is actually quiet for an extended period of time.
son#1 born 6/2010
son#2 born 4/2012
son#3 born 7/2014
I was scared of tripping on the sidewalk and dropping my baby, or tripping down the stairs. I'm not a clumsy person. I've never done these things, it was irrational.
I was paranoid someone would try to steel by baby in public.
Just weird things like that. It never stopped me from doing things b/c I knew they were irrational thoughts. But it is nerve wracking.
There are an unlimited number of things to worry about. I used to feel my heart rate go up while carrying him down the stairs in our house because I was afraid I'd trip. Just be careful and remember that the world is not going to end if you are having a bad morning and running late. The point being, slow down and be conscious of what you're doing.
Granted, I had a little while longer to acclimate to motherhood too because I ended up unemployed for about 4 months after she was born.
Now I don't have to worry. She never. Shuts. Up. And my son is following in her footsteps.