Since having Ruby, I have become a FREAK about germs.
Just the word germs...yuck.
I'm not talking regular people caution towards germs, I'm telling you, I PANIC when anyone touches Ruby's
(Mainly the first 3)
But, I KNOW, I can't shield her from everything, nor do I want to make people feel like I don't like them because I won't let them stick their fingers in Ruby's mouth/rub her hands. But if that's means for qualifying if I'm nice or like you...then that's sad.
I'm telling you, a Momma Bear spirit has risen up in me where I could care less about people's feelings (something Kevin is leery about) and my greatest concern is my daughter's safety. She got sick at such a young age (3 or 4 days old) and 4 weeks later is STILL not breathing well at night when she's laid down because of it. And that just set something off in me that has made me do whatever it takes to protect her.
But it's very hard, I mean, how do you ask sweet Great Aunt Hazel "please don't do that to my baby" when she's just trying to love on her? IT IS VERY AWKWARD!
It just seems like common sense, to me, but not to everyone else, I'm learning.
I suppose this is one of the many new things I will have to face, being a Mommy. I'm going to have to get downright openly honest with people. My heart is in love, but I'm afraid I don't always come across that way.
you see this:
and i see this:
I'm a first-time Mom, give me a break!