My infant is sleeping.
I am in the kitchen, cramming breakfast in my face, awaiting the cries that tell me he is awake. I finish breakfast and HEY, there’s my computer right there, on the kitchen table. How convenient! I go online to check my email. I have TIME to do that, and then to check out the news. This is my fantasy life!
And then my brain does this thing, some of you might be familiar with it, or, hell, maybe it’s just me, all alone and psychotic:
“Oh my gods, he spit up while on his back and CHOKED TO DEATH, AND YOU HAVE KILLED YOUR CHILD BY BEING NEGLIGENT AND EATING BREAKFAST AND WASTING TIME ON THE INTERNET!”
I do what many mentally sound parents of an infant would do. I run like a crazed running thing to the bedroom, visions of horror running through my mind.
Of course, the infant is on his side, sleeping peacefully. His little body is making those tell-tale signs of a normally breathing little human.
And then I breathe.
Many have written about Mommy Brain. I have, myself, I’m sure, although I don’t have time to take a romp through the archives and show you. Because, you know, it’s been almost 6 years since I’ve had an infant. Here I am again! Wheeeee!
I’d write more, but he’s now crying to be fed. Bye, bye Internets. See you between the next feedings!