Suffocation and other neurotic mother worries

I was thinking that it was lack of sleep that makes you crazy as a mother... but now I think it's the worry. I keep thinking, when will I stop worrying about him suffocating. If I put him down with a blanket or anything remotely soft, I find myself sneaking into his room a million times to make sure he's breathing. I know it's neurotic, but I can't stop myself. And then I thought to myself today... "it won't matter if I stop worrying about the breathing, because then I'll worry about something else."

These are the crazy worries that go through my head (don't laugh, you too will worry about nutty things as a mother) -
1. one of the kids at daycare will feed him something too large while Debbey is changing another kid and he'll choke to death
2. He'll suffocate on a blanket, toy, sheet, hood, sweatshirt, couch cushion, etc.
3. he'll be bullied in school
4. he'll be the bully
5. he'll choke and i won't know know how to dislodge it
6. he'll eat something and have an allergic reaction that i can't react to quickly enough
7. someday he'll play with friends near/in water and they'll drown him

It's terrible, but this kind of crap springs into my mind all the time. I swear.. I'm crazy. And someday, as he gets older I'll worry about no girlfriend or too may girlfriends. I'll worry about him being good at sports or math or music or writing. I'll worry about him meeting the wrong girl and then that he'll meet the right girl. I'll worry that he' not smart enough... or too smart. I'll worry that he's not happy, that he doesn't confide in me, that I'm not providing the best life for him.

Now my mother's constant worry makes sense. She always seemed to worry about how she treated us or how we felt about her, life, school, etc. As a kid with no worries, I thought she was nuts.

Now I know.

She's a mom.