When I brought my 1st son home, I was a hot mess. A HOT STINKING MESS.

I was on edge every second, and thought that my baby would spontaneously combust if I did not keep my eye on him at all times of day or night. I didn't let people hold him without being RIGHTNEXT to me, and I certainly didn't leave him without myself or my husband until well after his first year of life. SO that means for more than 12 months, I was with that kid, neurotically cooing over his every fart, or snot bubble.

After a few more years, and a few more kids, I can honestly say that that year SHAPED mine and my son's relationship.

He is currently just about 11 years old, and I still neurotically check on him, and assume that he is probably being kidnapped when he is away from me.

Not Healthy.

What almost-middle-schooler wants his mommy checking if he is breathing at night?

I can't help it though, I swear.

I wish I could say that I was equally as neurotic with my subsequent children, but being honest, I was just plain worn down when they came along. They are lucky to be up to date on their well-child visits, and have somehow learned to read.

My advice for new mommies, is to just relax a little. Not every adult is a potential kidnapper, don't wake your kid up checking for breathing, and please don't feel like a bad mom for taking a nap.