No one tells you how much time you’ll spend in awe watching your child sleep, no matter how much sleep you need, thinking, “God, what did I do to deserve the gift of being this child’s parent?”
I swear, I get into bed and make the motion-sensitive night-light go on two or three times just to see Torsten’s angelic sleeping face.
(Of course, it is also true that no one tells you how much time you’ll spend before going to sleep looking/feeling one last time to make sure the baby is still breathing, but let’s focus on the positive here 
I’m glad there are ways to reduce the risk of SIDS, but by warning parents about it, doctors do manage to scare the crap out of new parents with it… I mean, the words “sudden” and “death” outside of a tennis match are not words new parents need to hear. Every appointment our pediatrician asks us if we’re still lying him to sleep on his back. And I just want to say, YES, YES, WE GET THE MESSAGE, NOW STOP SAYING IT!)
Professional computer geek and linguist living in Germany, doing infosec stuff and being the freakiest mother ever.
Oh SIDS…how I hate that word. Even approaching new-mommyhood it the second time around I still cringe thinking of it.
Yeah, I imagine that one doesn’t go away no matter how many kids you have. I’m just going to hold my breath and try not to stress too much, but you can only do so much, ya know?
How’s the new little one cooking in there?