N:c in case I'm properly weird
Walking with newborn (5 days) along riverside, had this awful thought that I could drop - or even in a moment of madness, tip - her over the barrier and she'd be totally done for. Just the thought of her sinking in the water with no means of saving herself scared the shit out of me.
The thought of her being so vulnerable and with only me to keep her safe left me really breathless and panicky. And then I wanted to cry at how little and helpless she is.
She's not my pfb and I remember having similar thoughts near a large pond with my eldest.
Why the hell would my brain do that to me?