Apparently my husband is convinced I think he’s going to kill our child.
Not through neglect or anything, but just normal stuff. Like the way he feeds our kid, or puts Baby in the car seat, will ultimately result in death.
This is not true.
I actually have quite a bit of faith in my husband, who I certainly don’t know any better than, but because I asked if he was going to get the car seat installation verified at the fire station, if he was uncomfortable with how he did it or wanted to make sure, this translates into “Honey, I believe that through negligence you will kill our child inadvertently.” Please note that I also said if he were cool with how he had done it, I was too and trusted him to do it correctly. I chose to get mine verified because I wasn’t, and thank goodness because I did it wrong. But I’ll be the first to tell you my spatial reckoning is crap, and I couldn’t tell if the darn seat was level with the ground or if the curve of the seat was throwing me off (the only building level we have is too long to fit where it needed to, so I had to eyeball it).
Net result was my husband saying, “I need you to be ok with the fact I’m not going to kill our kid, ok?”
Why yes, I can see why you would need that. I’m chalking it up to his nerves and the fact he doesn’t often express them because I’m the one who’s doing the mood swings, thankyouverymuch.