Just wanted to say that no one told me six months ago that being a parent was the equivilent of being a worry machine. Of living second to second; wondering if he is gonna cry? Is he going to wake up? Why is his poop that color? Is he in pain? What if I'm not stimulating him enough and ends up developmentally behind?
Sometimes I worry so much that I stay awake at night thinking about what could go wrong and how I might screw him up. It can't be healthy...
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