I’m usually a pretty laid back, happy-go lucky person. But when you’re talking about raising a newborn, I’m definitely Type A. I long for control. If I can’t control the situation, I feel, well, helpless. In fact, I often think of myself as a “Drill Sergeant Mom.”
When I had my daughter, I was home for almost four months. I was in control. I controlled when she ate, how well she slept, what we played with, how much tummy time she got. That way, when something went wrong, I knew how to fix it.
The trouble came when I went back to work. This Drill Sergeant had no control over what happened. My husband was with her three days a week, and thankfully, my antics rubbed off. He was usually on target with nap time, feedings and the like. But the other two days? Oh dear, hold me back … day care....