Working in the Pediatric ICU, I have seen many things…some really, really good and some nightmarish. Because of the things I have witnessed, I have a very warped view of what’s safe for kids. My poor boy has to wear a helmet to ride his tricycle…in our driveway…in the cul-de-sac we live in…where no more than 10 cars drive in in a day. He’s not even allowed in our street unless I’m two feet away. I’m constantly in fear that, when he goes into our backyard, he will run straight to the lake and drown…with me standing there. I’ve considered making him wear his life jacket just to play in the backyard. Yes, don’t ask, we’re saving for a fence. I’m still checking my one-month olds belly button to make sure she hasn’t suddenly developed omphalitis, an infection of the umbilical cord. Yeah, the same umbilical cord she lost three weeks ago. Seriously. I’ve seen it and it ain’t pretty. The infection, that is, not her belly button. I’m guilty of googling “flesh eating rash” in regards to her baby acne. Don’t even get me started on their safety if they walk within a 100 foot radius of a golf cart or 4-wheeler.Another scary, hot button for me is co-sleeping. In my ten year career, I would estimate that about every 6-8 months an infant comes in, a victim of co-sleeping. I’ve only seen a few survive and they have all been in vegetative states when they left the hospital. It is horribly tragic and unfair. The parents are usually awesome parents that just didn’t realize how dangerous it could be. I am not writing this to judge anyone whose kid sleeps with them, but it’s not for us. I understand the bonding involved and I love to snuggle my babies as much as the next guy. However, I am deathly afraid of falling asleep with my baby in the bed. We have a co-sleeper, which I used with E if I didn’t want him out of my sight (after his shots, if he was sick, etc.) I loved that thing.
We haven’t used it with C yet. Anyway, the result of a sleep-deprived Momma, breastfeeding at 0300, with a deathly fear of falling asleep with a baby beside me results in a crazy sleep deprived, breastfeeding Momma. With both kiddos, I have routinely woken Hom up, grabbing his arm, and panickingly asking, “Why is he/she in bed with us?!?!” He, then, grabs his arm back and states, “Sara, that’s my arm not the baby. He/she’s over in his/her pack-n-play.” At this point, I notice the little snuggled up bundle safely beside me in his/her pack-n-play snoozing away. It’s beyond frustrating for both of us. As if waking up throughout the night to feed her isn’t enough, I also have to wake up to “save her.” Any other Mom’s out there have any fun neuroses they’d like to divulge?