I'm writing this under the influence of half a glass of wine and two margaritas after attending a girls' dinner out (which was great, by the way, but too short as I arrived late). This is more alcohol than I've consumed at a sitting since before becoming pregnant with Delaney, unless I count my birthday outing and I don't (mostly because I can't remember the end of it).
I'll begin with the scare I had today when Delaney had her blood drawn. She saw her pediatrician on Monday for her 12-month check up and he suggested that we have her blood checked for lead since our house was built in the 40s. I took her to the lab today and they did the (horrific) deed. It was so much worse than the series of shots she got on Monday. The blood draw took forever with one clueless phlebotomist poking to try to find a vein while the other helped me hold her still. Once they found the vein and plunged the needle in, the blood stoped flowing about halfway through and Idiot #1 began moving the needle around INSIDE Delaney's arm to get it to start up again. I was about to scream at her to stop when she did and she removed the needle and the tournaquet. By this point, Delaney was a wreck, sobbing gigantic, unconsolable tears that spilled all over my pants and the floor, along with a few droplets of her blood. Idiot #2 called the lab in the back to be sure that they had enough blood to conduct the test and learned that they did. Good thing because there was no way I was going to let Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum touch my baby again.
We left their suite and before we even got to the front door of the building to leave, I noticed several angry-looking hives on Delaney's arm where Idiot #2 held her arm. I ran Delaney back to the lab and asked them if they could tell what was going on (although I was pretty sure I already knew). They told me that it looked like a latex allergy and kind of shrugged and didn't offer any other information. I'm not sure what I expected. I mean, they were just techs, not doctors. So, I took Delaney home (she was fine other than the hives) and called her doctor. They confirmed that it sounded like a latex allergy and told me to keep her away from any obvious sources (duh) like balloons. The thing that's really strange is that Delaney had balloons at her birthday this weekend and twice she's gotten balloons from the gym this week. She grasps them in her hands, she sticks her lips on them and she's never gotten hives. Aren't most balloons made out of latex?
Anyway, I'm taking her to a pediatric allergist. This new revelation plus the dairy problem is enough for me to seek the assistance of a specialist. Roger (and our pediatrician) is not convinced that this is necessary, but I am. The worst a specialist can tell me is that she's too young to be tested. But, I don't care. If that's the case, I need to hear it from someone who specializes in these scary circumstances. I don't want to find out the hard way that Delaney has some life-threatening allergy. If they can test her and tell me what to watch out for, I'll feel much better.
On another front, I'm concerned (and relieved?) that Delaney may be giving signals that she's ready to be weaned. I never anticipated this happening so soon. She's always been such a boobie baby that I figured I'd be the one to initiate weaning (and that I'd do it closer to her second birthday than her first). But lately her daytime nursings are shorter and shorter in duration and she's been biting me (even more than usual) during her evening one. I have really mixed feelings about this. I'm not emotionally ready, but at the same time when I think about getting my body back, about being able to go where I want when I want and know she'll be OK with it, that's pretty appealing. I'm not sure where to go from here or even if she's really self-weaning yet. I need to read up on this to get some pointers (or get advice from my friends in the Internet!) on how this process is supposed to work. Can I nurse her only once or a twice a day without completely losing my milk supply? She's still a great morning nurser, but that's the only time of day that she's really interested in it. I'm also worried about her getting enough liquids and nutrition if we quit nursing because she's got that dairy allergy/sensitivity thing going on so I can't start giving her milk. On Monday her doctor said it's great that we're still nursing since she can't have milk (although he didn't seem concerned about her fluid intake if she does wean any time soon). She's just a little thing so I worry about her getting enough to eat and drink. This is a time of emotional transition for us/me and I'm having a hard time facing the fact that our baby is becoming a child.
Finally, in other news, Delaney's saying many new words these days (cookie, bird, car, peach, fish...sounds like she's saying "sish"...so cute!), she cruises and can stand up unassisted for short periods, she's discovered a love for Sesame Street and she's learned (to her great amusement) how to stick her finger up her nose. Our little child impresses us more and more each day.