I can thank the births of my little brother and sister in my teenage years for allowing me to be more confident and relaxed than a lot of first-time mothers, but I'm not entirely immune to maternal paranoia. For instance, Eva suddenly started getting rough, scaley skin on her tumny last week, apparently out of nowhere. We hadn't been using any new soaps or lotions, or introduced her to any new foods. It was a mystery. It went away with hydrocortisone cream, but we never figured out where it came from.
Then there's the fact that Eva has been randomly spitting up again. It doesn't seem to matter what we've fed her: veggie, fruit, baby cereal, or just breast milk. It's gotten to be a couple times a week, with no warning, so Dave is afraid to put her on the floor or hold her on the couch without a blanket or cover. It comes and goes every few weeks, and I haven't been able to pin down a particular cause. And despite her incredible growth rate, she still doesn't have much of an appetite for baby food. Then, as silly as it may seem, it seems strange to me that all Eva's little peers have been crawling for weeks, and she still isn't. I'm not competitive, and I'm sure that they'll all be on equal footing in kindergarten no matter when they reached different milestones, but it does make me wonder, nonetheless. I suspect it's because most of her playgroup friends have older siblings running around, which gives them more motivation to get moving. At home, Eva's pretty content to sit and play by herself.
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