I've felt anxious about my son since we found out we were pregnant but recently the anxiety has grown substantially. He is becoming mobile now, crawling and attempting to walk. I feel this impending sense of doom so much so that I feel the need to scoop him up, cuddle him and not let go. Is this normal for first time moms with children around 6 to 7 months?
Or am I facing a major re-surge in my anxiety/OCD? I've been fighting it for so long. I'd hate to go down that slippery slope but I just cant shake this horrible feeling. I keep getting flashes of images of horrible things that could happen....:(
I don't feel like that. I mean I'm a little nervous that he might bump his head, but I think that's normal. :(
I can relate. I have nightmares and anxiety attacks sometimes. I recommend talking to a professional as ihave been trying to just talk it out with my fam and it doesn't really help. I have always struggled with panic and anxiety so it may be a bit different. I also think its important to make sure that the professional you talk to is a mother too.
Hell, I feel that way about my 3 year old, even. I never stop worrying about him. It's not crippling or anything, but I worry all the time.
I know it's scary to have your child roaming around and able to grab things and fall over but you can't force them to sit still and not explore forever. They need to learn these things. Perhaps you could look up milestones so you can prepare yourself for the various stages and what to expect. That way you'll feel a little more on top of what's happening with his development and it may relieve some of your anxiety :)
You are not alone mama. I have those horrible images constantly. My son will be near stairs and I'll envision him falling...then snap myself out of it.
Thanks, ladies. I discussed it with hubby tonight. He is so easy going and level headed. I wish I was more like that. I'm too type A and an extreme worrier :/
Quoting Liam's Mama:" You are not alone mama. I have those horrible images constantly. My son will be near stairs and I'll envision him falling...then snap myself out of it."
That is exactly what I do. My mom flamed the fire a few weeks ago though. She told me about how much she was worrying about the pond behind my uncle's house. She kept envisioning my son disappearing and everyone screaming and crying... My brother drowned when he was a toddler. He survived thanks to my dad. He was the only child to survive drowning that summer. There was at least 4 other kids. Not exactly something I want to think about or remember right now...