Many a post has been written by others about the anxiety caused by motherhood. And the anxiety caused by parenting a preemie is really at the top of the list of things.that.are.stressful.
Jack is sick. And no, not sick in the Oh My God we must get to the hospital kind of way. But sick in that he has a stuffy nose and needs saline drops at every feeding and occasionally the nasty suction bulb actually gets some white colored snot out. I know that all this snot could be totally normal but that hasn’t stopped me from calling the pediatrician for the second time in 3 days.
Last night I watched Jack sleep, pretty much all night, just to make sure he was okay. I took a break after having a small fit of hysterics and Arch took care of him in the early morning.
Now I am starting to have anxiety about being too anxious. I don’t want to be one of those worrywart mothers. I mean, I am looking forward to the day he goes tear-assing down a black diamond (I’ll rue these words, right?) But the thing is, he did have a very unusual start in life, so where’s the line? When do I get to stop worrying?
