Seven days inside the mind of a paranoid mother

It starts out innocently enough. Peanut doesn't seem to want to drink her bottles or juice that much. Then I notice she doesn't seem to have as many wet diapers. And then my mind goes to hell in a hand basket imagining trips to the emergency room where she must be hooked up to IVs and tests for all kinds of unimaginable diseases.

Day 1: Peanut isn't too interested in her bottles. Maybe drinks one and partial of the second. Still nursing OK at night so mama tries not too worry too much.

Day 2: Mama notices Peanut's diaper doesn't need to be changed during the middle of the night feeding. Mama makes mental note.

Day 3: The trend continues but mama doesn't say anything out loud for fear husband will tell her she's worrying too much.

Day 4: Mama notices Peanut is refusing to drink much of her juice/water. Maybe because mama has to put yucky iron drops in it that make it taste awful. Mama brings up concern to her mama who reinforces fears that something is amiss. Mama brings it up to daddy. Daddy says mama worries too much.

Day 5: Babysitter says something to mama about Peanut's lack of liquid intake. Mama doesn't feel so crazy anymore and begins full on obsessing. Daddy takes it a little more seriously but still think mama is worrying for nothing.

Day 6: Peanut doesn't drink either of her bottles while at the sitter's. Mama freaks out and makes Peanut take a bottle while she tries to negotiate a grocery cart through the store after work.

Day 7: Peanut drinks some of both her bottles and plenty of juice/water. Mama feels better and comes down off the ledge. For now.

Now I'm just waiting for the next week of worry where my child decides she does or does not want to do something that causes me mass amount of worry and just when I'm about to go into hysterics thinking of worst case scenario, she goes back to normal and everything is fine.