The baby finally goes down for a nap so, naturally, I decide to do some laundry. The machines are on the second floor of the townhouse. I start the washer, sit down to rest up, when I hear loud banging and cracking sounds. The washing machine is leaking down into the dining room--the ceiling is folding--there's a mess everywhere.
I grab the baby, his clothes, his meds, and camp out near the front door while I call plumbers. Now remember, there is no internet or cell phone. I have only been in this sublet for several months and am new to the area. I find a plumber, in the yellow pages, who hears the desperation in my voice and promises to head right over.
In the meantime, hubby calls to check on the baby. When I tell him all is well, but the second floor laundry room is now on the first floor, in the dining room, he says he's coming right home, of course. I tell him not to worry, I had it under control.
Fast forward to present day, Fall 2017. We are ending week one of Oral Immune Therapy (OIT) which is a desensitization for food allergies, (peanuts in this case), and thankfully, it has been an uneventful week!
However, at the start of the week, when it was time to mix a minuscule amount of peanut flour into a teaspoon of water, and then add some pudding, I was literally shaking. Of course, the powder went flying on the first try, the pudding is the next to go on round two. Round three my 14 year old son takes over and mixes his own dose. Yup, I'm keeping a calm exterior all right. Let's just say, intentionally giving my son the equivalent of poison to his system, and yup, I no longer have
