Okay, well not as bad as Mommy Dearest.  (No wire hangers and all that craziness...) We're into month two and I have a few parenting concerns.  For instance, is it wrong that I don't obsess about how cold the baby might be?  If he kicks off his socks, I just figure he doesn't want to wear them.  My mother in law kept putting giant people sized socks on him just to keep his tootsie's warm.  And interestingly, I received about twenty pairs of infant socks on Thanksgiving.  Right now I think we have about 50 different blankets-all cute and wonderful-but what to do with all of them?  We got six blankets while visiting.  (what I wonder about is my aunt in law and mother in law who went shopping and purchased 5 blankets between them.  Didn't it ever occur to them, that might be excessive?)

Even getting on the airline-the attendant had me go on first and then insisted on putting my jacket on as well as an airline blanket over the baby because it was cold on the jetway. (the temperature was 40-a virtual sauna by our standards.)  Is it wrong that I don't obsess over this?  In fact I tend to lean the other way-concerned about overheating the baby.

My second concern-is my ability to go out and not call the babysitter every three minutes.  When I've been out, people will smile knowingly and ask, "how many times have you called the sitter."  I almost feel like I should lie instead of admitting to having faith in the chedda caretaker.  I imagine that I will be different when he is in day care with someone I'm less familiar with.  But am I really suppose to obsess over how my friends are caring for the baby?  Considering that most of them have already raised several children, I expect they are more qualified than I to be watching him.  Although I did have a girlfriend give him a bottle of water the other night-so I need to be a bit more clear on the feeding instructions I guess.

Third, I no longer fear handling the baby.  I notice others and how carefully they cradle his head as they gingerly hand him back to me.  I, on the other hand, treat him more like a sack of potatos-tossing him up onto my lap and twisting him this way and that in order to get the best position for his dinner.

But the real reason for my self imposed worst mother ever award comes from an incident this morning.  I was cradling him my arms as I walked into his room to change him and I completely misjudged the opening and smacked his head into the doorway while walking in.  WTF?  I mean, I do this all the time.   I'll hit a shoulder while walking through the hallway or say excuse me after bumping into a pillar at the mall.  But you'd think-that I'd be a little more aware of my surroundings when carrying around my own flesh and blood.  I felt awful.  There was no blood or apparent bruising so I think we're okay but still-I'll have to be a lot more careful in the future.