Great, now I have to worry about ________

I have said this sentence in my head a lot lately. Olivia is expanding her culinary repertoire and pulling herself up to standing...which means I am finding out what I should not feed her and that she likes to stand, which means ...what goes up, must come down.
I don't know why,but I got all excited about feeding her hummus. Hummus is baby food in texture only. After a few bites, I noticed that she was getting some redness around her mouth. So, now I am freaking out that she is having an allergic reaction and that I may have to go tot he hospital shortly. Now I am in the state of panic for the next few hours to see if she can't breathe because her esophagus has swollen because I, the terrible mother, thought hummus was a good idea. Well, fortunately, she has lived to see another day..
I am currently in another state of panic because Olivia was pulling herself up and fell backwards and bumped her head. She cried the silent cry that only mommies can hear (they are so distraught no sound comes out but the silence shouts "you terrible mommy, you!") But, I shoved a sippy cup in her mouth and she sucked down some water and forgot all about it. Now, she is asleep and I have time to freak out about the fact she banged her head and all of the repercussions that may bring.
Then, I think, this ain't even the worst of it. I have YEARS of heart attacks waiting to happen. We were at a party yesterday with adults and children. The kids were running in and out of the house, going who knows where... and the parents were chatting away without a care in the world. I don't know how I can be that parent. How I can just let Olivia go off on her own with all of the crap that goes on in the world. I guess living with the guilt that if I don't she's going to end up far worse.... I'd like to think I'd be a cool mom, but I may need physical restraints to make it through.
The cherry on my Monday is: my breast pump is dying a slow death. It has given up. I guess that's a sign, but I am not ready to give up just yet... The thought of getting my period alone is making me dust off the manual pump. I am going to test it tonight to see exactly how miserable it is to manually pump and, subsequently, how desperate I am. Olivia has four months to her first birthday..... maybe I will consider it my daily workout. "How did you get those sexy arms?!" "Why, it's the manual breast pump I use!" Of course, I think the way that works is I will get the enormous, Popeye-esque, forearms that men go crazy over. Ah cah cah cah cah.