As I've mentioned before, I'm kind of a paranoid mom. I like to think I'm reasonably paranoid, as opposed to just utterly insane... but I'm not entirely sure if that's true. Sure, I'm not the type of mom who's religiously disinfecting anything that my baby might touch, chomp on, or throw at me. But I will, say, pull over every 5 blocks to make sure she's breathing when she falls asleep in her car seat.
But this paranoia has presented a huge challenge for me as the summer heats up. That's because my daughter has inherited my incredibly fair complexion (thankfully, what can only be described as "deathly pallor" on me manages to come across as "porcelain doll" on her). Which means I've spent a lot of time freaking out over the possibility of sunburn.
We ventured out to the pool for the first time last week, and I took vampire level sun precautions. Not only was I armed with multiple tubes of sunscreen, several hats, and a muslin blanket to shield every inch of her little baby body, but we also sat in a shaded area, under an umbrella. The sun hit her face for like 4 seconds (if that) during our three hours there, but I felt my heart start pounding every time it did. We didn’t even make it into the pool that day, because I was too stressed out. As I’m typing this, I’m realizing it does sound a little insane.
But guess what? My vigilance was necessary. I did end up having to deal with a sore, tired, and cranky sunburnt crybaby that day.
It's just that it was me.
Because in the midst of my freakout about the baby, I forgot to use any sunscreen myself.