Top five fears for bub
Having been through the caring for a new baby routine three times now, and the jury is still out on doing it a fourth time, I realized something. Each time I held my newborn in my arms it was a different experienceHowever, despite their individuality, there was a set of fears I had for them, and they were pretty much the same each time. I’m sharing them NOT to be negative but to acknowledge that they do exist ,and that in order to cope I had to put in place strategies to manage them and be able to enjoy motherhood as well.
1) SIDS. I’ve written about this before here so you can understand my terror of it. However, the only thing I could do was follow all the prescribed guidelines and hope for the best. Thankfully, it’s all been okay.
2) Sleep deprivation: like any mother of a newborn I have wearily wondered if I will EVER get a full night sleep again. Eight years since having my first born I sometimes still feel that way. The good thing is that it does get better.
With my third child I went through a hellish time. Though not as hellish for me as it was for poor Mr Small, who had horrible silent reflux. I remember having the phone-number for Ngala pinned to my fridge. If you are a new mum, my best advice (and only) would be don’t be afraid to ask for help if you are struggling. Really and truly. You do not have to cope on your own.
3) My third fear was fever. One of my children was prone to fevers and it was truly horrible. There is a history of seizures in my family and I lived in terror of them. As a result the GP’s number was always close at hand and I acted quickly at the first time of a temp rising.
4) Immunisations: a necessary evil, but when my eight week old baby was being injected and I would see their poor little face crumple. I couldn’t help but feel teary in sympathy. Every single time.
5) Feeding: like every mum I suspect I worried about my baby getting enough food and if they might inadvertently be starving. The best way for me to cope with that was taking them to weekly weigh in. It was like Weight Watcher’s, but in reverse and I would cheer on their gains proudly.
What were your baby fears? How did you cope?