First I worried that June's diaper rash hadn't improved. So we aired her out. I hoped she wouldn't pee on anything. A few moments later I worried that the pee stain wouldn't come off the couch. I worried that I put her diaper back on too soon, that the ointment wouldn't do a good job and I should use a different one.
I worried that the dried snot on her cheek would leave her skin dry and chapped. And that the eye gook crusted in her eye would form a clog.
I worried that the balloon she was playing with would pop and it would make her cry. Especially since she was determined to chew/suck on the knot of it and it would bounce back and hit her in the face. Then she would sit on it. I worried that in the future I will have more worries like this, always fearing that she'll forget to wear a helmet or a life jacket. Or a flippin' hat.
I worried that she will fall off of the couch once she so happily climbs up on it.
Later I worried because they called me from day care to come and get her. Her cough was worrying them too. So I brought her home and worried that I should be taking her to the doctor, though she didn't have a fever. I worried that her cough was croup or bronchitis.
I worried when I took her out for a ride in her stroller. That I should keep her in because she's sick. That I bundled her up too warmly. Or perhaps didn't bundle her up enough. I worried that some weirdo would bother us at the park (where many homeless people sleep) and I would not be able to protect her.
I worried that she wouldn't be accepted at day care today and that I'd have to miss another day of school. I worried she would miss me when I dropped her off. That she would cry all day and that the day care ladies would say I was not a good mom to bring her in.
And I worry that I spoil her.