EVERY parent experiences anxiety my a$$

So I’ve been guilty of uttering, “My first child died, so I have anxiety about XYZ <insert almost any parenting related thing under the sun>,” as though no other parent has ever experienced anxiety. And usually whomever is on the receiving end of my statement either validates me or (more often, it seems) reminds me, “Oh, but EVERY new parent experiences anxiety – hahaha (yes, they sometimes laugh).”

And sometimes I try to be all normal and sympathetic and human again and be like, “Oh okay yeah you’re right HAHAHA.”

But after a few recent encounters (two of which occurred this morning), I’m now thinking, “Uh huh yeah sure every new parent experiences anxiety whatever just keep telling yourself this.”

Like a few weeks ago a friend told me someone she knows recently crossed AN OCEAN to go on a vacation with her spouse without her child (who’s close to Fredrik’s age). As it relates to the distance I’ll allow myself to venture away from Fredrik??? Let’s just say it’s an achievement for me to cross the freaking living room.

Then the other day on Instagram I saw a picture of this (non-bereaved) parent (with a baby close to Fredrik’s age) out to eat. In a restaurant. With her baby. During flu season. Meanwhile, Fredrik’s only outings to date have been to the pediatrician and to an empty furniture store and just outside (if it’s warm enough).

This morning, we took Fredrik to one of said pediatrician appointments, and in the waiting room there was this baby around his age in a car seat, and this baby was all slumped down, and, I shit you not, her head was resting like perpendicular to her torso (bent at a 90 degree angle). And her mom was literally just happily chatting up the receptionist as if her daughter didn’t look to be on the edge of positional asphyxiation.

Also, in the waiting room was another baby in a car seat… I have no idea how old this baby was… Because I couldn’t see him/her. Because he/she was under at least three or four fleece blankets, some of which completely covered his/her head. And I am not referring to the breathable car seat cover specifically designed for the job of protecting from the cold – the kind where there’s space between the baby and the fleece material. Nope. This baby’s face was just plain covered by a thick blanket. And his/her mother didn’t appear the least bit concerned either. So this is kind of a far cry from around this time last year when I fired our first nanny at least in some small part because I checked the nanny cam, and Joel was resting in a swing with a blanket the consistency of tissue paper draped over his feet.

I don’t mean to suggest that these parents are bad (although in some cases they are) or that I am a better parent (although in some cases I am) just because I am overly cautious because of extra anxiety I may have that was born out of my tragic experience. My anxiety is a potential detriment to my living children on many levels, and I must make a concerted effort daily to attempt to manage it to ensure it doesn’t leave a negative impact on them… In fact, while I think in many instances my anxiety might offer some protection to my living children, in other cases it doesn’t, rendering it completely unnecessary. The effect is that I suffer, and, in return, I receive no real benefit. In this respect, I’m actually jealous of these parents on whom I’m currently railing.

So more than anything this post is purely observational.

While I know that “EVERY new parent experiences anxiety hahaha,” and the vast majority worry over their childrens’ well-being, I don’t think it is fair to say that their anxiety is the same as mine – much like my (very real) pre-loss anxiety about pregnancy pales in comparison to my post-loss anxiety about pregnancy.

I once read a statement (and I don’t remember where I read it so that I may properly cite the source) that went something to the effect of, “If you want to try to imagine the pain that results from losing a child, attempt to imagine the greatest pain you could ever know, and then multiply this pain by a million, and then you’re still not even in the ballpark.”

In my opinion, truer words have never been spoken. So, yes, I think my anxiety in parenting after loss is greater compared to what a normal parent experiences. I mean, how could it not be? When non-bereaved parents worry that something could happen to one of their children, they are envisioning something abstract. Something abstract they can quickly push aside because tragedies only happen to other people, right?

When bereaved parents worry that something could happen to one of their (living) children, they are not envisioning something abstract. They are remembering and re-living a reality – the most awful reality. And instead of being able to push the scary thoughts aside, they take the thoughts further, potentially even plan another funeral in their mind. Because they live in a very different world. One where tragedies don’t just happen to other people. Tragedies happen to them.

12 thoughts on “EVERY parent experiences anxiety my a$$

  1. Yep. This (your last paragraph) is exactly how I felt on Saturday. I have people who try to empathize and it’s like all fine and whatever that they’re trying but , honestly? I’d rather them just fucking say “I could never imagine” because they can’t. Even in the darkest parts of their brain they cannot imagine it. You can only know it if it’s happened to you. You can only know the anxiety if you’ve gone through it. Those people at the pedi this AM….omg.

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  2. Oh I can so relate! I still have visions on drowning when we are near water, or falling off a cliff when we spent time in the mountains… I was so paranoid to drive anywhere, and I still don’t drive at night with Colin in the car. It’s just a chance I’m not willing to take and admittedly I sometimes think I have to have another living child besides Colin so I won’t lose my only living child. I’m just a mess most days in these dark thoughts. Hugs, Christine! I get it.

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  3. Eugh.. I left a massive comment but it seems to have lost it.
    Basically, another amazing post Christine. Yes to everything you’ve written. That is completely how I feel..

    Also- when I see people with slumped smothered babies I know what you mean… they don’t even seem to care!

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  4. We went to a water park on Saturday. At one point I went on the lazy river with my two oldest (born pre-stillbirth). I shared a tube with my 4 year old and after a couple of laps he wanted out. We got out and I figured I’d wave to my five year old to get out too but he was nowhere to be found. I ended up walking along the edge of the lazy river searching for him. I’m not quite sure how long I looked for him. It felt like at least five but who knows given my

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    1. …anxiety. My mind immediately pictured him suffocating under the tubes of others or somehow trapped along the bottom of the river. I pictured giving his blue tinged body CPR as ambulance sirens neared. I imagined his funeral and who might show up and what might be said. I imagined what it would be like to go through acute grief again.

      Yeah, I don’t think we experience normal mom anxiety.

      He’s fine by the way. He just had slipped past me to do one more loop.

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  5. I get your anxiety, dammit. My Amanda died from sepsis. Every time I get sick, need to go to the doctor, get my teeth cleaned, feel like crap…I think I’m going to die from sepsis. When the same things happen to a family member or a close friend, well, it’s only one now, they’re going to get sepsis and die. This just freaking sucks.

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  6. I’m seriously side eyeing some of those parents in your examples….

    I appreciate people trying to empathize, but my anxiety over Artie is not the same as a non-loss parent’s. So many of the things I worry about and have anxiety over aren’t even on the radar of the non-loss parents I know.

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  7. You’re absolutely right, Christine. My older kid was four when his sister died. I had plenty of anxiety about him before – thoughts that made me a vigilant parent – but I could brush them away and function. After loss, I can do nothing of the sort. The smallest thought consumes me in an instant, bringing back all the dread of going through losing his sister. I’m also pretty sure I won’t be able to be as calm a parent to his youngest sister (due in July). There is just no way to shrug away the emotional impact of the death of your child, like normal parents can do with their dark thoughts.

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  8. YES! So much yes. To all of it especially the last two paragraphs.

    A friend of mine had a (living, breathing) baby a few months after Josie died, and actually called me to inquire about her anxiety. She was terrified about something happening to her baby, because of what happened to mine, and actually asked me for medicinal advice, since I “seemed to be doing okay, considering”.

    Needless to say, we don’t speak anymore.

    There is no comparison with regards to anxiety pre vs. post loss. None. It’s comical to even consider such a notion. I loathe the “every parent worries” comments. Your fears are based on fears. Mine are based on memory. There is a (huge fucking) difference.


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  9. I can’t imagine losing a child! I lost my dad when my daughter was 4 months old and that created anxiety for me. The pain of losing a loved one was so horrible I never wanted to face it again. So I had anxiety that it would happen, but with my offspring. I’ve tried to deal with it best I can but I kind of know your thoughts. And I would have said something to the mothers about the car seats… I’m outspoken and care way to much about life to let dangers occurs to other babies. Some people just don’t know.


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