Do you never stop worrying about/imagining dreadful things happening to your DCs?

[minouminou]

i'm asking because I'm going through a phase of worrying about abduction/bombs/low-flying wildebeest etc more than usual at the mo
usually i'm quite a sanguine person (except for when i'm angry!), but this phase is horrible.....dwelling on horrendous events coming out of nowhere
i'm not depressed atm, as it's something i've never suffered from....i'm a bit tired, maybe, but nothing out of the ordinary for a (part-time) working parent with a DC
DS is 18 months old, healthy, normal, we don't live in a rough/dangerous/croc-infested area
dunno what fer't' do?
is it a phase, or is this normal?

I imagine the children being abducted, the school taken over by terrorists (a la Chechnia - sp? ) all sorts of unlikely things. I was particularly bad after I had DS2 when I was convinced a plane was going to come down on the house or civil war was going to break out. Now I just give myself a slap try to enjoy today and think about something else..having said that last night laying in bed I was wondering how my husband would cope if I died while they were still young.

I just assumed having children had made me a little bit mad...glad to know im not alone Im worse if im tired so I have to make sure I get enough sleep.

I don't worry too much as I know worrying won't stop sometihng bad happening if it is going to, but I did used to have the same irrational fear as madamez about dropping dead and no one being around for DS, or falling down the stair and being knocked unconscious and DS not knowing what to do. Now he's older I'm not so worried about that thankfully.

I nother ways though I'm very relaxed and, in retrospect, have put DS in some situations that many parents would consider far too dangerous (not in a neglectful way I hasten to add) and sometimes when I think of what could have gone wrong it sends shivers down my spine.

I do take less risks myself now I'm a mum that's for sure, and it's noticable to my child-free risk-taking friends. I' no so willing to risk death or utilation for a quik adrenain rush.

aaaggghhh - forgot about eth "how will dh cope if I die" worries! I told him the other day that I had written the dates and types of food on dd's bags of frozen cubes of puree in the freezer - just so he'd know what to do - he gave me a look that said "why are tyou telling me this?"

Have just returned from a week skiing where I mostly just shrieked "turn, turn!" at ds1 and dd whenever they came within 20 feet of the edge of the piste . But if I hadn't, they would have gone off piste and started an avalanche/fallen down a bottomless crevasse/been run over by a snowboarder going 400 mph, wouldn't they?

I am not bad about most things - I don't worry about choking, or scissors (poss should worry more about those), abduction, or playground equipment injuries, but I do occasionally find myself in the grip of either falling-from-height fears, or mown-down-by-motor-vehicle panic. I do worry sometimes that my overactive imagination on these two issues will mean I produce children who are terrified of heights and unable to cross the road on their own. Funnily enough, I am not at all scared of heights myself, ony on their behalf...

Thank heavens- I thought this was just me!

I have managed to raise 4 kids to (almost) adulthood and yet I'm a nervous wreck with 1 yo DD. In addition to checking she's breathing on car journeys and during the night I panic if she is with DH or DSs that she will fall downstairs/ suffocate/ choke/ while they aren't watching her

To be fair to myself DH does nod off to sleep when he is supposed to watch her and the house is full of the hazards 18 yo boys bring in- wires, plastic bags etc, but I actually had to get out of the bath yesterday because I couldn't hear any noise.

She's got chickenpox and can't go to nursery tomorrow. I have to go to work so 16 yo DS will be watching her. Do you think I'll get any work done?

OOOhhh I am a terrible worrywart. When the kids were younger and PIL babysat, I used to drive away from their house with tears streaming down my face. They live on a busy road with lorries thundering past. Sheer mental torture. Had to force myself away.

After yrs of confident driving, I am now a scaredy 60mph slow-lane driver.

Can think of loads of other examples, but you would think I was a serious headcase.