I can't speak to your feelings right now. It's individual, personal and unique.
But I can tell you my story.
When I got pregnant with our son, we were young, dumb and clueless.
Just married, living in an apartment with no furniture. Idiots.
We were using birth control. (obviously it failed)
I drank, smoked cigarettes and generally negleted what should have been the health of my unborn child.
But I was young, dumb and clueless.
My son is now 16. Will be 17 in December. He's 6'3", 190lbs.
He just left the 10th grade with a 4.45 GPA. He's being currently courted by The University of Notre Dame for a full 4 year academic scholarship. Funny, He's thinking of holding out for a better school.
Kids, sigh.
Love your child. Don't stuff that child into daycare at 6 weeks. Don't underestimate the love that a parent gives that child in his/her early years. My husband worked two full time jobs to provide for us, so I could stay home and take care of our son.
I'm not a medical doctor, I can't attest that what you do or don't do will be good or bad for the developing baby.
I'm confident that all babies needs love. Acceptance. A parent at home. Not at daycare.
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