I can’t stop calling the advice nurse at my son’s pediatrician’s office. It’s getting out of control. I have to stop, I know I have to STOP. This worrying won’t go away if I keep picking up the phone. Or googling things like “co-sleeping+crush baby”.
I’m a worry wart. I’m more than a little obsessive. I tend to think of worst case scenarios. Not a good combination. Especially not a good one when you’re a parent. Supposedly, by the second kid I’ll be one relaxed girl. Until then, deep breathing (and maybe a swift kick to the head) is in order.