I get the best encouragement and advice regarding motherhood in the checkout line at the store. Don't you?
(that was a sarcastic cough)
So there I am. In line. At the store. With my baby. Woman are cooing after her, reminiscing about when their children were small. "I had four children all under the age of 5..." I had 3 kids, all colicky, not one of them ever slept through the night..." "My children are all grown up and they don't talk to me anymore..."
Monday, September 14, 2015
I should have seen it coming. I grew up with a mom who has been allergic to dairy and wheat my whole life. I think I've always had a bit of an intolerance to dairy, but it wasn't until 2010 that the severity of that intolerance came to my attention. In 2011, after many trips to the doctor, blood tests, and an ultrasound that all came back perfect (for which I am extremely grateful), I decided to ask my mom what her symptoms where when she was my age. Identical. I felt a little foolish for not thinking of that first. Honestly, I was thinking tumor, chronic illness, etc etc. I just felt crummy. All. The. Time.