6 months, but not really

Eve had her 6-month check-up yesterday despite her almost 7-month-old self. Well-baby visits are always hard for me, because it goes against my mama-grain to let someone stick needles in my child.  I'm still on the side of vaccinations, but not vehemently so. I understand the other side of the coin on this one, but haven't made the choice not to vaccinate for my family, and probably never will. If you're sitting on the other side of the computer screen saying "you don't have to take her to the doctor," I hear you. I really do. Just like a hear the home-birthers and home-steaders. I'm a step or two away from going Little House on the Prairie, but it really wouldn't take much. :)

I don't need a doctor's validation to tell me my daughter is doing fine. I know she is. SHE is perfect, and has hit all of the baby milestones that I don't really check. All 14 pounds and 9 ounces of her. Disclaimer: I definitely checked the milestones with Eleanor, and remember most of them. I love my doctor, and enjoy chatting with her about Eleanor and Eve, and am thankful for modern medicine and, if nothing else, to have another mother to chat with about my worries.

I should note that Eve, like her sister, is quite petite. She's a smidge longer and a smidge weightier than Eleanor was at this age, but I think her cloth-diapered bum makes her seem bigger and fill out her clothes better. And let's be honest here. Big sister has ALWAYS been on the move and has NEVER been content to just breathe. Eve seems a tiny bit more relaxed. I'm OK with that. So far, I think the best part of having two babies is seeing how different (and similar) they are, and watching their little relationship develop. Eve looks at Eleanor with stars in her eyes and love in her heart. Eleanor, as long as she's not bizzy, loves to make her sister laugh and fuh-reaks out on me if she starts fussing. MOM, MOM she won't stop making that noise. COME QUICK! They make me happy.

Anyway, all of that to say she's healthy and I'm happy. Today and every day, I am thankful for healthy children. I hope I never take that for granted, because I know and ache for the mamas who have real worries about their babies--children who are in the hospital, children who are terminally ill, children who are not loved. Pray for them. Note: It took me 3 sittings to write this short post. Miss Eve must have a 6th sense and be sensitive about me writing about her.