The umbilical stump is really not that big of a deal. With my first baby, I was freaked out that it was some sort of a portal, so if there was an infection it would go right in. We would dangle the child over the sink and wash that way so we wouldn’t get it wet. I don’t know if anyone else goes through this — maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m nuts. It’s hard to tell a new mom to not worry. When my kids were born, I watched them breathe. It’s part of a mom’s job to worry.
As far as getting older, I’m really not afraid of anything. I don’t live my life from a place of fear. I do get scared of things. But if something comes into my life that is challenging and scary, I’m going to do it. My husband and I have these long talks about aging, and he says he’s excited to see when I stop coloring my hair and it’s long and white. He has this image of me with a long, white braid down my back and all these grandkids around me while I work in children’s theater. That’s what I think my future holds and I don’t see anything scary about that at all.