My greatest fear has not come to pass, thank God, and hopefully never will. However, a more short term fear has indeed occurred. I thought that by verbalizing it, or at least writing it, I would be better about it. Specifically, I didn't think I would be so hopeful, and hovering waiting to see some progress.
There's definitely an advantage to it, and the advantage is I spend more time playing with my adorable cooing baby. I just wish I didn't wish so hard for something, and just could chill and let it develop. I think I may see some progress, as far as my face, if I keep enough distance, but I'd like to shake a toy in front of his face, and see him follow it.
It'll come. I'm sure of it.