A girl after my own heart

Because we have twins, people are often curious to find out how our traits have been distributed between the two of them. So far, the short version is Evan looks like me but has got Daddy's temperament. Jordan looks like Daddy and has my temperament. God help her!

We've been able to slowly dissect their traits and claim ownership of the gene that caused it. Evan's wanting to walk before he can actually crawl properly is apparently what Packrat was up to as an infant. Similarly, Baby J's wrapping her mouth round sounds seems to be a thing I was up to at quite an early age too.

Of course, this reinforces her being me and Evan being Packrat. We also know that their being Little Us-es would bring us great angst. Some part of me knows it's payback for all the times I ran round the garden resisting all the efforts to get fed. And this morning, the full weight of that descended upon me. I'm very sure this is just the first wave and there'll be more to come. Jordan has been doing this thing where she won't drink milk. It can be breast milk, formula, yogurt. None of them that she will drink. Even when I starve her through the night and only entertain her by giving her water at night, she deigned a 3 minute suckle before she rolled over and started yammering away. The kid has got to be hungry at some point right?

But then again, I recall how she can doggedly cry for 2 hours straight regardless of how tired she is to get her point across that " I don't want you, Mommy, I want Aunty D!" and I wonder whether I should intervene now and find out what to do with her. Someone suggested that perhaps, she did not like milk and alarm bells started going off in my head! The self-flagellating me wants to blame myself because I am an enemy to all things white and hate milk with a passion. But then again, I did drink milk till I was about 8 so why is my daughter boycotting it now?

I am concerned. As is, she was born tiny, her brother's leapfrogged her in terms of growth and weight and has more teeth than she does. I don't know if it's because she takes in so much less. It's not a means of comparison I want to do but I can't help it. And I worry. Now I know how much angst I gave my mom all those years when I counted calories and refused to eat. I console myself by telling myself I turned out fine and so will Baby J. But as I've said before, becoming a Mommy has tripled my ability to worry and I use to worry quite a bit as is.

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