So I'm having all these thoughts like:
'What if I drop him?'
Or
'What if he falls off the bed?'
Or
'What if the stroller collapses on him?'
I kind of wish he could just stay in my belly where he is safe from being dropped, ect.
I think I'm turning into a mother or something
anyone else having irrational fears and desires like this?
Re: Stay in my belly
When my middle child was just a few weeks old I had a water bed. We were up for a midnight bf session. As I was adjusting my boobs afterwards, his father rolled over sending a wave across the bed, flipping my son up and off the bed on to the floor. He cried and so did I but he was fine.
But... I never dropped my first born nor had a near accident,... that was my fault anyway.
My brother locked me in the trunk for about 10 minutes one day, and I fell down the basement stairs no fewer than 3 times in one summer.
I also sent my sister flying over the roof of a cozy coupe. She flew at least 10 feet like superman before scraping her face across the sidewalk.
Kids are quite resilient.
Not too long ago, I was holding him and twisted my foot/ankle. He was fine but I scraped one whole side of my body and tore up the tendons in my foot and ankle.
Things happen, and I'm always a wreck just waiting for the next booboo.
A lot over a week ago I was prepping a bottle in the kitchen since DS had just woken up. He was still in his crib in his room fussing when suddenly I hear something smack the door and violent crying. I edged the door open to find him crumpled up on the floor screaming. He's still fine but we turned the crib around (the back is several inches higher) and shoved it over in the corner. We're now baby proofing the room and getting ready to set up the toddler bed my MIL just bought for him.
Being pregnant 40 weeks is long enough for me. 300 months sounds impossible.
But seriously, it's not so bad. Every FTM thinks her kid is made of glass. And then you start seeing how the doctors/nurses handle them in the hospital after delivery and you realize that babies are not as fragile as you think.
I have four brothers and they were not too fond of a little sister when I was born. Two of them tied fishing wire around the carport and my mom tripped over it with me in her arms. Another time my brother took me out of the swing and knocked me out with the top part of it. My poor mother lol
This isn't a horror story thread, it's a "look at how much we've all messed up and baby is fine" thread, which is a great reminder and confidence booster to us all! ;-)
Starting at nine months I would climb up and jump off the top of the crib rail. I also climbed the entertainment center and pulled the TV over. The screen was smashed but I was fine.
Whenever I mention things DS does that scares me, like I mentioned in my previous post, my mom says "I wonder who that reminds me of".
Then there's hubby that survived getting kicked in the head by a horse, run over multiple times by a bicycle and then a truck. The most he got is a scar on his forehead.
I remember when I was around 4 I would sneak off and jump from the second floor roof to the ground. It was about 8 feet in that spot because the house was built into a hill and my father intended it for a fire escape. Until I decided to walk further to where the drop was steeper and my mother caught me dropping passed the window. I was supposed to be sleeping. lol
My older brothers and I would climb to the top the trees in the yard and jump out. We would climb to the top of the haystacks in the barn, about 20 feet high, and try to land on a pillow.
Kids are resilient and if we survived our brave childhood stupidity its proof of the fact.