Yesterday while in line at the grocery store I was behind a woman who was a very NEW mother. Her baby was five days old (I heard her telling the clerks).
She was attempting to retrieve her wallet from her purse but couldn’t maneuver her hand in the right position to get it out.
She had a leash-like device attached to her hand and the stroller so it could not get away from her, resulting in the kidnapping her newborn child. This was not a jogging stroller strap, it was something homemade.
As she was explaining her whole baby-stealing-conspiracy-theory to the very young and confused checker it reminded me of my own paranoid moments as a new, first-time, mother.
I was seven months pregnant with my first baby and we lived in a very nice guard-gated neighborhood. It was almost impossible to get into that neighborhood if you did not live there. It required a special card or a bar-code sticker on your car to get through the gate. If you didn’t have the card and were in a different car you had to answer more questions than a bank would ask to get into your own account.
If a guest was visiting, as the home owner, you had to inform the gate of your guest’s impending arrival with a password. If it was a group of people you had to fax a list prior to their arrival so security could prepare vehicle passes. If a visitor just showed up, the gate would call your home and ask permission to let them in. This was by far the most secure neighborhood ever. No solicitors and no unexpected visitors. It was very safe as it was also patrolled by security. Geez, I miss that.
Anyway, here we were in our little kingdom of safety and I remember begging the Wild Boar to have bars installed on the windows before I had the baby. I was totally serious.
We lived in a one story house and even though the baby’s windows were behind another locked, courtyard gate, I convinced myself in my PARANOID maternal state of mind, that a kidnapper was going to steal my baby away in the middle of the night.
I felt it was only a matter of time before the kidnappers would see me and the baby out and about and swoop in and steal him. I KNEW IT.
Of course the Wild Boar very much recognized and understood my very fragile state and kind of strung me along until the baby was born. He would reassuringly tell me he was looking into the window bars.
There was no way he could convince me my feelings were just ENORMOUS AMOUNTS OF HORMONES TALKING; that would have upset me more.
Needless to say we never put the bars up. I can’t imagine what folks in that neighborhood would have thought if we did.
Only for a short time after I had the baby, like a week, did I feel uneasy about the baby being taken away by pirates in the night.
Thank God I got over that. Or perhaps I was just too tired to think about it anymore. However, the protective nature of a new mother still amazes me to this day. There is so much emotion wrapped up in it.
That woman at the grocery store probably has about two more days with the hand-leash before realizing she probably doesn’t really need it. Of course anything could happen but generally I think the world is a pretty safe place.
Am I the only one whose had those feelings?