Wrong

Wrong.  Wrong.  Wrong.
I don't know about you, but that's how I so often feel as a parent.
I read.  I ask.  I question.  I research.  I read some more.  And more.  And some more.
One of the many books I've read was given to me by a friend.  I made it less than halfway through before bursting into tears.
Let me paraphrase from Elizabeth Pantley's book:
"In your heart of hearts are your baby's ways & your coping strategies truly upsetting you?  Or does the problem lie more in the perceptions of those around you?  Let me put it another way.  It's only a problem if you feel it is.  You must figure out where your problem lies.  Is it in your baby's routine, in your management of it, or simply in the minds of others?  If you feel coerced into changing Baby's patterns because Aunt Martha, Great Grandma Beulah, your friend from playgroup, or even your pediatrician says that's the way it should be, it's time for a long hard, think.  Every baby is unique, every mother is unique.  Only you can determine the right answers for your situation."

I have my husband's 100% support.  I love my daughter & I do what I think & feel is best.  That's enough.

Moms

Mom's groups terrify me.
There, I said it.  
The thought of entering any room of new people is enough to send me into heart palpitations & dizziness.  The thought of entering a room of mothers gives me nightmares & full blown anxiety attacks.
For years & years I longed to join the "mom club" & have a child of my own & I still daily marvel at the miracle of our baby girl.  I absolutely adore being a mom & when apart from Elli for more than an hour or two I feel like my arms physically ache to hold her.  So why this trepidation in connecting with other moms?  I blame the internet.
The internet is home to every crazy pants parent out there.  Do you have an unreasonably strong opinion about something?  Then by all means, flood the internet with your rantings & condemnations!  Seriously, just google the smallest, simplest parenting question, I dare you.  Or put up an opinion/question/musing on a message board or social media outlet.  Then sit back & wait for the crazies.  It won't take long, I promise.
If this is what is out there for "support" I want nothing to do with it.  At least online I can hit that beautiful red 'X' that makes it all go away (or more realistically irately rant at my computer screen).  ;)