Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Don't Worry, Be Happy

Yesterday, the girls turned four months old. Wow, that makes them sound so old. So less fragile than the previous three months. When I hear four months, I think sturdy.

I worry less about them in some ways, and more about them in others. Less about if they are eating enough, more about if they are developing on schedule.

When I was pregnant, I was constantly worrying. I worried they weren't kicking enough. I worried they weren't getting proper nutrition. I worried they were being strangled by their umbilical cords. My doctor bluntly told me to get used to it because, "You're a Mom now. It's your job. My Mom still worries about me."

How true. But there's a fine line between worrying about the health and well-being of your child and driving your husband (and yourself) crazy because you want to write down every mL your child is eating. That's right. I kept track down to the milliliter.

I know I will worry on their first day of kindergarten, when they graduate to middle school, when they get a car. I think I just had a mini heart attack thinking about that moment.

But for now, I feel pretty good about things.

Well, at least until they wake up. Did they sleep enough? Did they sleep too much? When will they roll over? Sit up? Are we doing enough tummy time? Are they being stimulated enough? Being stimulated too much?

And on and on my worries go.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Awww Katie, they look like they have everything they could possibly need or want...You guys are doing great, I'm sure! :)