I’d figured the worrying had gone away, more or less. Originally, I’d begun worrying pretty much the moment A was born. The worrying was mostly about how to keep him alive. How to not let him get too cold/hot. How to feed him enough. How prevent him from falling or from things falling on him. Clothing, blankets, bottles and wraps all constituted a potential danger.
Gladly, I grew out of that as A grew himself.
But then he got a cold.
Then he got an eye infection too.
And so he was rubbing his eyes and rubbing his ears.
And I couldn’t do much except worry.
But now he is mostly over all of this.
But now he is also moving around a lot more, sitting and rolling (although no crawling yet) and sticking toys in his mouth. Now I’m reassessing the dangers of everything. In short, our house is a deathtrap. Okay, well, maybe not a deathtrap, but certainly there are lots of things left to make baby-safe.
Of course, he’s eating food now, too. So there is the constant danger of choking.
And thus the worrying has spun itself up again. So I need to come up with some coping mechanisms.
I think I found one.
And basically it comes down to this new rule: please don’t give my kid any toys/food/germs.