She's just little, I can't help it

I am occasionally filled with an irrational and unreasonable need to diagnose. If I have a rash, I get online and start looking at pictures of rashes. I once diagnosed myself with scabies on my elbow and have also diagnosed a multitude of sniffles, coughs, random aches and pains in this fashion. Lately, I have been using this irrational and unreasonable "skill" on the Animalia. What is that dry patch on her shoulder? It's scabies again. Why has she stopped making consonant sounds in favor of grunts? Autism or hearing loss? Both? Why has she stopped grunting and started doing raspberries again? Autism? Hearing loss? Getting used to chatting with her two new teeth? Is she sweating because she has a fever or because it's 95 degrees outside? Did she spit up because she's reacting to her most recent vaccination or because I put her on her belly after she nursed? Why is she so energetic today? Why is she sleepier the next day? Did she scratch herself on the nose? Did she eat enough today? Is she warm enough? Is she too warm? Panic. Panic. Panic. Why? WHY?! WHY!?

I guess I should stop. She's a healthy, bright, active baby girl. She has done everything on schedule, sometimes ahead of schedule. I am just unreasonable. I. Am. Being. Unreasonable. Repeat three times. There. Is. Nothing. Wrong. I. Am. Being. Unreasonable. Right? Right?!? Crazy mama, coming through!!!

OK, so I'm really not that bad. She's just little. I have to balance the incessant urge to protect her and to scoop her up in my arms and never let her get vaccinated and keep her in the house forever and ever with the part of me that wants her to explore and grow and get dirty and grow a healthy immune system and not be afraid of anything. Crap. Even when I sound less crazy the crazy shines through.