A year ago today, I left my full-time job one month before my due date to prepare for the arrival of my new baby and to become a stay-at-home-mom. And, about how I adore staying home with her. How I don't miss working full-time outside of the home at all. How fullfilled I am. And, that's all true. Every bit of it. I love staying home with Delaney and I wouldn't change a thing. But, I'm not going to get all philosophical about it like I originally planned.
Instead, I'm going to write about how my heart pounded out of my chest today when a daycare worker at the gym found me in the steamroom to tell me that Delaney was breaking out in hives again. They think she grabbed another kid's bottle and shoved it in her mouth. Yeah, that's right. She wouldn't ever take a bottle from me or her dad, but from some strange kid, well sure! Why not? I took the fastest shower of my life, threw my clothes on and ran to the daycare room with dripping wet hair only to find Delaney playing happily with blocks, no visible trace of hives on her. As it happens, one of the ladies washed Delaney's face after she broke out and that seemed to clear things up, thankfully.
This "dairy allergy" or whatever it is is so strange and troublesome. It almost seems as though she doesn't have to ingest dairy (or very much of it) to cause a reaction. If the dairy item just touches the skin around her mouth or her lips, out come the hives. I've never heard of or read about anything like it. I just keep hoping she'll outgrow this and I pray every day that she won't develop more serious allergies to things like peanuts or tree nuts. THAT would really freak me out.
And, I'm going to write about how tomorrow I'm going to a luncheon. At a restaurant. With adults. I'm going to wear a skirt and panty hose and shoes that aren't sneakers. I'm going to take a purse instead of a diaper bag and I'm going to do my best impression of an intelligent, interesting woman. Our financial advisor is hosting one of those silly luncheons, "Smart women finish rich." I'm only mildly interested in the topic, but I convinced a friend to join me (and convinced her mother to babysit!), and I think it'll be fun to be out in the world, amidst thinking women, enjoying a free lunch.
Now, if I could only remember where the heck my old pantyhose are...