Clear Epic

A box of chocolates. Apparently. Cliche? A little, or a lot. Why I keep referring to Forrest Gump while talking about my life I don’t know. It does seem to fit though. I have learned that we all seriously do not know what we’re going to get. Things  about being a Mom I didn’t even think of before. I never ever worried or thought I’d need to worry about my diet while nursing. Got past that and now I’m having to re-learn how to feed my daughter to keep her healthy. After the peanut butter incident and this:

which seems to happen a lot. Off we went to the allergist. They tested for maybe 18 different things? Things that I never would have thought of. My friend Molly once said that her mother-in-law once sweared that eczema was really food allergies. That is one smart lady apparently. When hearing that she had  eczema the allergist decided to test her for MORE things. Poor babe. She took it like a champ b/c I would have been a lot crabbier than she was. She had a right to be pissed. Check this out:

So yeah, I’m thinking we need to call the dietitian (as suggested by our fantastic pediatrician) to walk down the aisles in the grocery store so I can understand the labels, what to supplement in her diet, etc…  Thank goodness for her pediatrician, the allergist while I’m sure very smart and very expensive just told me that the peanut allergy is extremely dangerous (they had to wipe it off right away and it still kept reacting), she only has a 20% chance of outgrowing it, if we have to use the epi pen get her to the ER b/c it only lasts 20 minutes, and oh yeah here is a one page list of things to avoid and good luck! Oh and here are two other prescriptions for you.

WHAT??? Good grief. I’m glad there’s an internet and a great pedi who will help us understand all of this! At least I semi-know what is going on now. She still breaks out and I can’t figure out why, but I’m not feeling like I’m constantly doing something wrong. There is legitimately something that is affecting her and I’m not over-reacting at every little thing. Because with a face like this:

I’ve gotta keep her safe!

In other news, I am SO excited that this evening is supposed to be the last day of two-a-days. Now only until November 15th and I’ll have my husband back! We really need to sit down and say when our family days are. The hubs and I do an awful job of communicating about stuff like this. I always am afraid that I’m nagging and he gets frustrated with a lot of questions, but honestly I HAVE to know what to expect or I just get frustrated and mad. And while last year was scary because P was so brand new and I had no clue what I was doing… this year while she is way more fun, she is also a lot more work. I NEED the backup. I need my husband to be my husband but also to be her Dad.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a walking party and super fun. I’m just about the coolest Mom evah! But Prayse needs her Daddy too. I am worried with football season that R is going to be absent a lot. Between going to work early, practice, film, one late night to review RB/Special Team stuff, another night that is the new JV games, any nights that they will travel for Varsity games, nights they will have to travel for JV games, actual Saturdays for Varsity games, and then reviewing game film… where do Prayse and I fit in?

I understand how important this is to him. He is good at what he does. And when I say good, I mean GOOD. Those kids love him and respect him and work so hard for him. He can take just a little bit of talent and hard work and make an All-American. Kids that aren’t just RB or ST just gravitate toward him, like everyone really. R has the most magnetic personality of anyone I’ve seen. I want him to be successful and a successful season. I really do. I just get tired.

But, I’ll still be cheering “Go Doane!” on Saturdays.