Today I decided to break out a couple of my baby books to see if there was anything I was supposed to be doing. I didn't register for the baby classes I took spring and summer because we were going to be out of town so much this month, and I've been wondering lately if there is some critical thing I'm not doing. I recognize that as a perspective of a paranoid self-esteem challenged person, but still, I wanted to be sure.
I did discover something in looking through those baby books; I found out that I am so over them. I realized that they only make me nervous and more paranoid. I did not discover that my son was behind in locomotive or cognitive growth. I did get the overall impression that the books implored me to be more vigilant, less of this and more of that. They served their purpose when I was totally bewildered by this new person I needed to protect and nurture, totally ignorant of what I needed to do. Now that I've been doing this for the better part of 8 months I feel pretty confident that I'm doing a decent job, even though one of the books called me "softhearted and weak-nerved" for my method of sleep training.
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