I went through the same thing. I remember thinking to myself when will I stop worrying so much. I would lie awake at night and all I could think about where terrible situations involving my kids. It was brutal. I dreaded night time so much as this is when I would feel most anxious. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. All I can say is that it does pass. I found the first year or so the worst, but I still go through small phases of worrying about things that likely would never happen.
Here is a poem I wrote about it, cheesy, I know, but I was very overwhelmed at the time.
A Gift
Something I've prayed for since I was a child;
A gift I was given is now driving me wild.
A blessing so amazing my heart swells with delight;
I feel content and complete and the world seems just right.
But I begin to feel helpless as the sun starts to fade
Flashes of worry and panic invade.
How can something so lovely cause me such pain.
I'm afraid of walls crumbling and yet still they remain.
My heart is so vulnerable, it trembles in fear;
I am wounded by love that is painfully sincere.
I did not expect this dichotomy to come;
But it came just the same with the birth of my sons.
By: Monika Nault