If I'm not almost living the worst scenarios, then the absolute even
worse scenes flash before my eyes and I can't erase them. As a parent I
try to be on guard all the time. I'm scanning the parking lots, looking
through car windows, checking behind me, making sure I don't unlock my
car too early -- while still being fun, loving and totally awesome
whenever I can be. But, maybe I shouldn't sit my baby on the couch while I grab the car seat. Duh. Common sense. Some have it, and some just can't be expected to every second of the day.
And maybe never let your moving (running or walking) child out of the car first. Leave them strapped in as long as possible.
Definitely, do not let a dangling spider allow you to set your freshly bathed babe in fleece pj's on a granite countertop. This, my friends, could result in potato pancakes smashed into the once freshly bathed babe as she was saved in the nick of time. (I won't get into the rage over this one.)
Also, you have to be weary of that beeping carbon monoxide detector. If this ever happens to you, go get your in-laws' device to check against yours, send your husband to Walmart with 20 minutes to closing time and call the fire department to come over for a walk-through while he is gone.
Should I stop with the self-incrimination?
I didn't go through pregnancy for nothing.
The worrying never ends, but at least with it I get to hear the laughter of my littles and feel the best kind of love there is. A parent prays that the laughter lasts forever and ever.
