I’ve been a baby-carrying member of the Dad tribe for nearly five months, and yet while I’ve made progress in some areas (being able to sleep without worrying that something awful will happen if I let down my guard and close my eyes), I’m making NO progress in, well, walking.
Now with a few decades of walking already under my belt–even running–I previously felt pretty confident in my ability to make it through a day without falling on my ass. Save for a few ice and snow related slips, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve just simply taken a spill in good weather conditions.
But now? Damn, when did those stairs get so damn scary? Every single time I walk the stairs with my daughter in my arms I have a flash of falling. Every time. I think, damn, am I wearing socks? On hardwood? With a baby in my arms? Have I lost my damn mind? What’s with the reckless rebel act?
I’m sure this is normal (is this normal?), but wow, it’s not like I don’t have real stress already with a baby in the house. And it’s not like getting used to riding a bike with clip-in pedals, where you worry about falling and worry about falling and then you do fall, and all of a sudden you don’t worry anymore.
Not about to slide down the stairs with the baby just to get it out of my system. No should I wear hiking boots in the house? Set up a safety harness? Move to a different house without stairs and a gymnastics surface instead of hardwood floors?
Or could I just get bubble wrap onesies for my daughter?