Hitting the ‘free cash wall’ You are not alone

BY VIRGINIA BUCKINGHAM

Even as I write this, I feel it. The shame. The fear. The heart-wrenching anxiety of admitting that I worried I would hurt my baby. My preciousbeloved-piece-of-my-soul baby. That I would drop him down the stairs, morphing to worry I would throw him down the stairs. That I would accidentally kick him if I left him on the play mat, morphing into visions of intentionally kicking him. Fear that I would accidentally smother him if we fell asleep in bed together morphing into intrusive thoughts of intentionally doing so.