I have 17 week old DD who I love so much it is actually painful. We tried for a long time to conceive, then I had a MC, then DD - I spent the whole pregnancy terrified by every twinge.
This has carried on into her life, I feel like I just "know" something bad is going to happen to her. I find myself thinking thoughts like, I need to enjoy my time with her as she's not going to be here for long. I am utterly terrified and anxious.
At night I lie awake thinking of all the bad things that could happen to her.I think someone is going to steal her.
I hate other people holding her, pushing her pram etc. I hate seeing my in laws because once my husband's dad took her pram and went away with it and I was nearly sick and crying with fear that he would drop her, she would fall out, etc. When people ask to hold her I make excuses or am just so agitated looking for an excuse to take her back. I have a sling for her and I won't even let my husband wear her in it as I'm afraid he'll fall.
I am BFing and have not been out once since she was born, the thought is so horrendous to me.People offer to babysit but there is no way I would let them - I wouldn't enjoy myself if I went anywhere.
She's been putting on weight very slowly recently though HV is happy with her and has declared her thriving (she's gone from 91st to between 9th and 25th centile) and I convinced myself she had leukemeia or something. Now she has a little birthmark on her face that has got swollen over the last couple of days. My sister's husband is a doctor and said it is nothing serious but to see my GP and ask for a referral to a paeditrician, I feel he secretly knows she has something seriously wrong and already am visualising us in a dr's office being told she has cancer.
I have two other children and though I don't love them any less I didn't feel this way with them when they were babies.
I am not depressed, I feel happy most of the time and look forward to things, I just exist in a permanent state of anxiety about her.
I am going back to work in October and leaving her in a nursery, already I am plagued by visions of her lying in a cot crying or being taken to the park and stolen. I have to go back to work, we can't afford for me to stay at home unfortunately.