Before I had a baby, I had breezily assumed I'd be an easygoing parent. I became pregnant for the first time at 42 and figured that my advanced age, as well as two decades of closely observing my friends and family raise their children, would make me the sort of restrained, wise mother I had always admired. In my house, visitors would not be required to don a hazmat suit to avoid spreading germs to the baby. Instead, I would smile fondly as she rolled around on the floor and calmly remark that a little dirt builds up her immune system.
Then I actually gave birth. My daughter, Sylvie, has been the joy of my life. However, I now find that I am wracked with fears, some reasonable (ear infections), some loony (a marauding squirrel is going to attack the baby as we sit on our terrace! Violent news footage on television will imprint on her brain and send her straight to the therapist's couch! Her too-tight jammies will cut off circulation!). at the very top of my list is the fear of germs. I've made myself particularly nuts when I go to a crowded place, close my eyes, and listen to the phlegmy chorus of coughing, hacking, spitting, and sneezing. I do not recommend this self-punishing exercise, because you'll immediately want to hook your baby up to an IV of Purell.
Last month I took Sylvie out for a jaunt in the stroller, and as we left our building I spotted my superintendent dragging trash cans onto the sidewalk for collection.
"Hey, little lady!" he said, leaning into the stroller and wiping his hands on his jeans. "How are you?" as he squatted down and shook Sylvie's hand, my left eye began to twitch uncontrollably. Take it easy, I counseled myself. Take. It. Easy. Just go around the corner so he doesn't see you, whip out an antibacterial wipe, and everything will be okay.
Then he grabbed both of her hands to play pattycake. I couldn't take another second of this. Panicking, I gabbled that we were late for an appointment and speed-walked around the corner. I couldn't get that wipe out fast enough.
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This is really funny and really true, especially the 70's parenting bit. I remember sitting in my Dad's lap while he smoked a cigarette! I'm not that laid back, but I try not to freak out, either. It's hard to strike a balance.
3/27/2012 11:18:34 AM Report AbuseI'm not that over paranoid, but I do have a cart cover when we go to the store, and I do use antibacterial wipes as well.
3/19/2012 12:53:49 PM Report AbuseI could have written this, from the IV of Purell to the 70's style of parenting. Thanks for the laughs, and pointing out that I need to chill out a bit!
4/25/2011 03:40:32 PM Report Abusewe have our 19 month old grandson and I have to work really hard not to want to comfort him for every little scratch and dent that happens :). If he cries I some times want to also. I am 53 some things are much easier to let go of and others are still hard. I worry about him and only want the very best for him, what a joy we have.
3/14/2011 03:25:25 PM Report AbuseMy SIL received from the hospital a cute "wash your hands before touching mine" sign that hangs to the baby's carrier. Wish they had them when my kiddo was born! Here's the link: http://mytinyhands.com/shopping/store.htm
3/13/2011 03:01:31 PM Report AbuseLOL. Wait until the baby is a teenager....
3/12/2011 07:05:40 AM Report AbuseMy wife is protective too, maybe too much, but little kids don't really need the stress that sickness brings.
3/11/2011 02:24:58 AM Report AbuseAren't all mom's neurotic?
3/11/2011 02:24:01 AM Report Abuse