It amazes me what I find freak-out worthy and what I don't in relation to parenting my child, considering I've been known to hyperventilate around certain husbands brushing their teeth (SERIOUSLY? Just gag me now) as well as run screaming in the other direction when faced with touching a terra cotta pot. I have my Things, is what I'm saying. Somehow with Theo I've become more laid-back. I don't hover, overall I don't fret, and if he face plants on the floor I wait for his reaction first before swooping in with the kisses and hugs. I know ingesting a little cat hair won't kill him (hairball be damned.) It took him a wee bit longer to hold his head up and start crawling, but I knew he'd be okay and wasn't in any danger of being developmentally delayed. I mean, did you SEE the size of his head? C'mon now, let's give the kid a fighting chance.
There are two areas I will fully admit to being frantic and insane over, and you can judge me all you want.
Sleep: Do. Not. Mess. With. The. Routine. If it came down to evacuating a building while Theo was already in bed, I'd want three different forms of proof, preferably government issued, that we really DID need to leave right away before I would wake him up. I even wrote a post over at Work It, Mom!about our bedtime routine, that is how near and dear it is to my heart. From the minute I could form a coherent thought after Theo was born, we established routines. No lights, always quiet, bath then bed. One time Bryan gave him a bath before giving him dinner and I might have started to cry because "NO NO NO NOW HE'LL NEVER GO TO SLEEEEEEEEP!" I had sleep charts. I had nap charts. I had a PURPOSE. And I'm happy to report that it all paid off and we now have a champion sleeper, so while I may have been impossible to deal with in the early days, you can all thank me one at a time now.
Food: Let me preface this by saying there are no food allergies in our family besides me being lactose intolerant. So why was I such heavy breathing fanatic when it came to the proper order in which to introduce solids to our son? I have no idea. But let me tell you, there was NO LEEWAY. NONE. I paid strict attention to the American Academy of Pediatrics in regards to the order and longevity of each new food. One cereal feeding a day to avoid constipation! Slowly moving on to two! Then veggies one at a time! Two weeks in between to look for signs of allergies! No honey or nuts! Whole milk at a year! I had a list on the inside of our kitchen cabinet detailing what went into Theo's mouth so I would know when I could introduce a brand new food. I also made all of his purees, and shunned jarred baby food.
I will never forget, EVER, leaving to go to work one day. Bryan and Theo were having breakfast and he wasn't yet a year old. I got down to the car and realized I forgot something so I went back upstairs. As soon as I opened the door I heard Bryan hurriedly say "Oh, you're back early! Uh, everything okay?" It sounded suspicious so I went in the dining room. Upon first glace everything looked normal. I leaned in to give Theo another kiss when I saw it--a wee blob of chocolate sauce on the inside corner of his mouth. Bryan had made himself waffles with whipped cream and chocolate, so it was clear that he had let Theo taste it which was AGAINST PROTOCOL. I. . .I might have unleashed some rage because "WHAT IF HE HAS A REACTION AND HAS ALLERGIES FOR LIFE?!? WHAT THEN?" See also: same response when Bryan gave Theo a speck of cream cheese off his finger at seven months of age. Well, I might have cried with that one but who can be sure.
My point is, we all have our Things. Things that turn an otherwise rational adult into a drill sergent, and make those around them scratch their heads. So tell me, what is your Thing? It can be parenthood related or no. But please, don't make me feel so alone. Share and share alike.