I think I love Madison even more than I did a month ago.
Last month, my mom and dad watched her for about an hour and a half while Pat and I went out to eat. We ended up buying groceries while we were out, too. How romantic, right? :-) Out of the hour and a half we were gone, I actively worried about her for maybe thirty minutes. So we had two parts pleasant date time for one part senseless anxiety. I didn't think that was too bad; I was actually pretty impressed with myself.
Anyway, when my Aunt Cheryl volunteered to watch Madison last week, I was excited; I figured I would do even better this time, and that Pat and I could have a nice, relaxing dinner. Wrong! I trust my aunt implicitly with babies. I also trust my mom, who jealously (love you, Mom!) came over to help watch Madi. Unfortunately, that trust did not in any way diminish my obsessive worrying. I worried about her falling. I worried her crying. I worried that if they put her in her crib they might turn off the fan, increasing the chance of SIDS. I even called about that last one, and explained that she needed to have the fan on and why. Then after I hung up, I worried that they heard that she needed the fan "off" instead of "on". Pat stopped me from calling back.
Don't give up on me; I'll try to do better next time!